Attachments Poem by Lost Love

I wish I hadn't got attached to him
It was a feeling that would never depart
I had given my heart to someone
Who had given someone else his heart.

But whenever he looked at me
It was always something different
I guess it wasn't me, it was him
But the feeling, it was magnificent.

A future with him was ready in my mind
Our whole life in a nut
But was the future relevant?
I'll never know about his if and his but.

Whenever I closed my eyes,
I had his face in my head.
But his significant other…
She was way too ahead.

Did he ever like me?
Or was it just for fun?
That feeling, would it make me reach him?
Or would it make me leave and run?