Your arms around her
Your head dips down
Lips kissing.

My heart stops
But not as long as I wish it would.

Hands clasped reminding me,
He's not your's to want,
To have,
To touch.

My heart sinks but I cling to the one thing I do have.
I am the one you sneaks off to at night,
The one you wants but can't have.
You love her,
But you want me,
I'd rather be wanted by you, than nothing at all.

I'd rather be the other woman,
Than the almost girlfriend who never got a chance.