She's Not Me

The hardest thing about loving you,
is watching you love her.
You talk to her,
the way you talked to me,
-sweet and long.
You smile at her
the way you smiled at me,
-big and proud.
When you look at her,
your eyes sparkle the way they did at me,
-innocent but beautiful.
When you hold her hand,
her pinky has to cover yours like mine did..
-Like you'd need my protection.
You put your arm around her shoulder
just like you'd do to me,
-reminding me that it was there.
When you squeeze her tight,
-I wish it wasn't her, but me.
I get jealous when she hugs you,
because for one moment she holds my world.
When you kiss her cheek,
It's the same way you'd kiss mine,
-Short but sweet.
When you kiss her,
You kiss her lips
it's the same way you'd kiss me.
-Long and Loving.
But when you love her,
do you love her the same way you loved me?
Does she love you like I did?
Do you even realize that she's not...
... Me?