What were the chances,
That we’d both come here?
To run away from the world,
To forget our past?
What were the chances,
That he could find love?
With everybody but me,
With everyone else?
What were the chances,
That I would see them?
The perfect movie moment,
The life I wanted?
What were the chances,
That she was the one?
Someone I wanted to be,
Someone I despised?
What were the chances,
That I still loved him?
That he’d forgotten ‘bout me,
That he would live on?
That we’d both come here?
To run away from the world,
To forget our past?
What were the chances,
That he could find love?
With everybody but me,
With everyone else?
What were the chances,
That I would see them?
The perfect movie moment,
The life I wanted?
What were the chances,
That she was the one?
Someone I wanted to be,
Someone I despised?
What were the chances,
That I still loved him?
That he’d forgotten ‘bout me,
That he would live on?
The picture we were ment to use as inspiration:
they way each stanza was set up exactly the same. And it flowed well, sounded good. My only suggestion is more imagery and details. You did a great job on the emotion, but you could use some more detail. We need more than feelings. Other than that, great job. Keep writing. 
