You lost me, love entwined with potential,
Each fragment essential, each sentiment substantial.
Understanding only surfaces when hearts are good,
Repetition of lies, a choice misunderstood.

Apologies fall short, love became my truth,
In matters of the heart, we don't dictate our proof.
Yet, the pain is real, a wound that stings,
Choosing differently, the hurt still clings.

You should have chosen me, each time,
A recurring refrain, a poignant rhyme.
Every heartbeat echoed the same plea,
Yet, the choice was different, not meant to be.