young love

this is a poem i wrote a while back about a break-up that happened in my presence and is dedicated to that heartbroken guy, only he doesn't know it.

We broke up only yesterday,

seems like it's been years.

I sat down on my bed today,

crying lonely tears.

I know I cannot live like this,

dreaming what might've been.

I long to have just one last kiss,

and hear her voice so keen.

I think about her night and day,

asking what went wrong.

And how our love just flew away,

and knowing it's long gone.

I loved that girl so very much,

loved her with all my heart.

And ultimately dreaded,

the day we fell apart.

They say that to have loved and lost,

'twas better not loving at all.

I wish i would've known all that,

before i took that fall.

i was about 14 when this was written and i know the last stanza hardly makes sense but when does love ever make sense?