My Heart...She was...

My Heart...
I have to monitor my heart,
Especially when I think of you.
I watch over your every move,
But I can't do or say anything...
To you, to other people...
To ask for advice, to seek guidance,
To even just ask for resolve.
I need my heart to leave you
I want to move on.
I am in a great relationship.
I can't have this secret inside me.
There's no longer substance between us.
You left me and my heart.
Denied me and stomped on my feelings.
Moreso when I felt you
Ripping my heart out
And telling me, "Just stop everything."
I remember our journey,
But I could never understand
Why I felt your connnected soul
Then you stopped to leave mine.
So I was fine and moved on
I lifted my head and found solace
In my career and in life.
My heart hid away and dated.
Nothing serious until now.
She is wonderful to me.
However, I found some odd way
To enter back into your life.
Around people you care about
Reminders of you surrounding me.
It was severly unintentional.
Thus, I've found my obstacle.
Struggle to keep my relationship,
Without the recollection of you.
This cautionary tale leads to drama.
I know that I cannot stop how I feel
But I know where I belong.
I cannot tolerate it any longer.

She was....
She was the one
The one who broke my heart.
My heart came closest to her.
Her eyes, her smile, that damned personality.
A personality that showed her quirky side.
That side she opened up to me.
Me, who pierced her soul,
A soulmate that she found,
Found in me.
So how come I'm left with this heartache piece?