I think I figured it out. I never got a chance to do anything. I was never given an opportunity to. That’s why I feel so bad, so shattered. It’s because I somehow blame myself. It’s always “could I have done things differently?” It never starts with an accusation of her. Yes, I always wonder why she never gave me a chance. But, that only comes second to me blaming myself. I think how I never should have given my heart away, when it should be that she could have at least returned it nicely.
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LITTLE TALKS 
Isn’t this how it always goes?
Why though? Why are we left feeling guilty for having our hearts broken?
I can’t explain that very well. I just know for some reason we all blame ourselves. Like it was something we did. Maybe there was something we could’ve done differently. I don’t know why people do it when they get their hearts broken. I know I do it. Majorly.
I think only those with a capacity for real love experience this. Those who are only in it for a stroke of their own ego wouldn’t have these feelings. I really like your poetry. Keep posting. It is a little gift to anticipate and open each day!
Thank you, Larry. I’m flattered.
I really appreciate your comments.