My struggle remains

Love is cruel, to the sovereign heart, men like me only known in part, struggles within that I never shared, with the one who told me that she really cared, my mind is now reeling and filled with regret, I cannot move forward, even take my next breath, without the sharp sting of what I have done, taking hold of my conscience, what was two is now one, if I could start over and do it again, I'd be more than transparent with my old best friend, I'd try to trust more and hold onto her tight, I'd rather be with her than alone in the night, I'd much rather die than deal with this pain, she's moving on, my struggle remains