why can't that be me ?

she gets to lay in your arms every night and eat breakfast with you every morning . i have to sit there watching you kiss her and all i can do is wish that was me . she has the boy i love . i wish you would realize i would treat you so well . when i lay in my bed alone i think of how she has you to hold and i have nothing but an empty right side of my bed . why cant that be me ? why can't i be the one you hold tight or be the one you dance with . i wish i was the one you kissed on the head before you go to bed and before you leave for work . instead i sit there as she makes you smile and laugh . i feel like i die inside knowing you found someone that isn't me that you love and cherish . 

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

The game of love is the most heartless, vicious, merciless game in all the world, and only the brave, the stupid, or the suicidal dare to play.

[ATG]

A very well written poem. I think everyone feels this way from time to time. In fact, I'm going through something similar right now so I know how that feels. Overall, the word choice was good and seemed very thought out. The format of the poem was a bit different from the norm, but how you wrote this made it work to it's advantage. A great read.