Poem of Long Lost Love (Meant To Be) Pt. 3

The words slipped out; I told my friend.
He walks over as time begins to rend

The words slip out like vinegar on a wound
She laughs hysterically as well as the rest of the room.

"Hey you; put up my journal for me" she says grinning.
I take it from her hand, knowing her heart I will not be winning.

I came back to school the very next day,
To find that an outrageous slanderer had spread the word like hay.

He sat across from me smiling with tease.
As long as he was in the room I would never be at ease.

Her heart I had lost and would never regain.
Nothing in my entire life could ever compare to such anger and pain.

I was wrong, it wasn't meant to be,
Nobody would ever truly want a guy like me

I am a lone wolf and she is a female;
A canine whose name in my heart will be stale.

I walked off and ripped out my heart,
And I put one back in nearly tearing myself apart.

A heart sculpted of stone which would beat without yield.
I promised to remain lost and stick to the fields-

Composed of nothing but grain and all of what is void,
Against all love my defenses were deployed

That was years ago and now I still carry the scars,
Of heartache and rage as I lie behind thick metal bars.

That remind me of one thing that I could not see, they remind me that nothing is truly meant to be.