Undesired Consequences

I am here,
but not for long.

I'd rather be somewhere,
where I belong.

Standing tall,
with my arms wrapped 'round.

I feel so small,
feeling down.

I stood there silently,
holding her tight.

I did something that was not polite.

I told I did not love her,
and did not care.

Now I regret,
and I can not bear.