Still

She loves him a lot,
But there's nothing I can do.
They have a history,
Of years more than two.

It makes me sad,
Just to see,
She'll always love him,
Way more than me.

But I need to stop whining,
I can't blame her.
They have a history,
And I can't make her.

I can't make her love me,
More than she loves him.
I know she can't see me,
Hanging on a limb.

But I have to be patient,
I have to understand.
But until things get better,
I'll still be holding her hand.