Why Can't That Be Me, Not Her

A girl sits by and watches the one she loves with another and waits for that to be her.

 

Why Can’t That Be Me

The way he looks at her,

Always so tender,

So soft,

So sweet,

Why can’t that be me?

 

 

The way he speaks to her,

Always so caring,

So gentle,

So kind,

Why can’t that be me?

 

 

The way he holds her,

Always so carefully,

So fragilely,

So lightly,

Why can’t that be me?

 

 

The way he kisses her,

Always so lasting,

So long,

So pure,

Why can’t that be me?

 

 

The way he says the three words to her,

Always so right,

So pure,

So honest,

Why can’t that be me?

 

 

The way he says good-bye to her,

Always so dreaded,

So emotional,

So keen,

Why can’t that be me?

 

 

The way he looks at me,

Finally realizing,

So shocking,

So withdrawn,

It’s finally me,

Not her.

 

 

The way he speaks to me,

Finally affectionate,

So warm,

So fond,

It’s finally me,

Not her.

 

 

The way he holds me,

Finally giving,

So devoted,

So loyal,

It’s finally me,

Not her.

 

 

The way he kisses me,

Finally faithful,

So constant,

So loyal,

It’s finally me,

Not her.

 

 

The way he says those three words to me,

Finally committed,

So dedicated,

So enthusiastic,

It’s finally me,

Not her.

 

 

The way he says good-bye to me,

Finally seeing,

So opposing,

So poignant,

It’s finally me,

Not her.

Author's Note

I'm sorry if this isn't very good.