Your's, not Mine

I enter your room
I feel at home here.
I have my own little
space on your bed, my
favourite two cushions.
I love having you around.

But he's yours, not mine.
I don't know what you
should do, what you
should say. I'm different
to him. We act and
make decisions differently.

I'm not like him, i can't
tell you what he is
thinking, why he acts
the way he does. Don't
get me wrong, i want
to help, but it's not my place.

Why won't you understand,
I want you to be
together, to be happy,
but i can't make that
happen. It's between you and him.
He's yours, not mine.

I feel guilty now, should i feel
the way i do? Looking at you,
i know you hurt, i want
nothing more than to take
it away. But i can't fix my
relationships, let alone yours.

I truly want to help -
i wish i could. but
i always say the wrong
thing, give the wrong
advice. I wish i didn't.
You know i don't mean to.

I hope you work things
through, I know you love
him, I know he loves you,
but can't you see? I can't
help. I don't want this
hanging over me anymore.

Believe me.
Please.