Not The One

I’m not the one that gets to hold you.

I’m not the one to get to call you each night.

To tell you I love being with you.

To tell you I miss you already.

No, I’m not the one.

I’m not the one able to write you love letters.

I’m not the one able to kiss you good night.

To cheer you up if you feel sad.

To wipe your tears if you cry.

No, I’m not the one.

I’m not the one that gets to hold your hand.

I’m not the one that gets to be by your side.

To be the shoulder you can lean on.

To be the spirit you lift with those eyes.

No, I’m not the one.

And it hurts.