Third Of December (Heather Inspired)

Third of December, a day I could never forget.
I hold onto the sweater that was meant for me.
I ran to you, excited to share my day,
but your eyes were fixed on her
while we talked.

I try to let you go,
but you keep pulling me back.
Was your kiss really meant for me
when she was on your mind?

She's prettier than me,
I'm not even half as pretty as her.
Was this all just one-sided love?
But why did you make me feel like I was her,
make me believe you loved me,
while your heart was elsewhere?

Why can’t I be her?
Why can’t I be your world?

Questions flood my mind
what, why, and how
you made me feel this way.

I guess this is just a dream.
I watched you talk to her last time,
but this time I notice the look
I’ll never receive— the look of love...