Not yours to make

I am not your choice to make. I liked you first But in liking and loving, First means nothing. It is no more than a word. You liked me back And it thought that was crazy Until I saw you look at her. When she walks into the room, Your eyes light up in a way That I have never seen. You are brightened by her presence. Your head turns instinctively And you are captivated by her. I see the way you smile -it is not just a smile. It is the kind filled with memories That I will never know. It is loaded with Feelings locked away, And all things cherished. It is everything I know I could never compete with. And then you come to me Because now you’re unsure Whether you like me anymore. You are faced with two choices And I am not yours to make.