Night Time Heartbeats in Iambic - No. 2

While hope lived on, you called me back.
I was a fool; I fell for that.
The words were clear, the tone sincere
The concept did not persevere.

I thought "we'd" be priority
But that was never meant to be.
And so we're broke. The pain is great.
The hurt lives on, without abate.

You had the best; someday you'll know
What better path you might have chose.
But know that number one's my place
The only slot that I'll embrace.