every one is telling me i should put this poem into a story, should i?

[i <3 chris <33]

in the faint twilight of that evening I could see the calmness in your face. As the moonlight gleamed from your eyes, As you walked me home, hand in hand. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I felt about you. I knew what you were thinking, but I didn’t want to believe it. He took me home, stood at my front porch, stared me in the eyes and said”, there isn’t a day that I don’t think of you, but its just not going to work out.” I stood there in fear, couldn’t believe this happened. My eye’s started to tear up, he told me not to worry there is someone out there for me that’s better than anyone. I couldn’t hold back any tears, I couldn’t take it. As I watched you walk away. I ran after you. He got in his car and drove off. Chancing him for miles. I couldn’t catch up. My feet continued, I went as far as i could until my breath was shallow. Finally I collapsed on the road. Sobbing. Thinking of what I did wrong. Thinking what I did to disserve this. I never wanted this to happen. . I got up, ran back to my house, took every picture of you and me, tarred it up. Once again I began to cry. The last memory of you and me was at our first date. He took me to the movies, that was the first night that he kissed me. But its all over now, all I have are these memories of you and I. as I looked at the last pictured that was still whole. I stopped crying. . .

i really don't know if i should start a story, i really never pictured putting this in a story..so what do you think? you think i should put this in a story?