New poem

Untitled and with a broken heart

My heart hurts.
Seeing photos of a girl…
the girl…
who surely
could have been my…
everything. Yet no reason
exists for why we two
could have…no…should have
been one
other than that intense
longing and burning.
I felt
and feel it
in my heart
when I see.

My heart is broken now,
never having been in love,
only from knowing
it was destined to be.
And here we are,
daring
to smash destiny
with our childish and
ignorant
game.

I have gone my way
never realizing she remained still.
I am to blame…
And life…
Is it the same old story?
I think not,
But you will never understand.