You spoke of her, the girl you adore, I saw yo...

You spoke of her, the girl you adore,
I saw your eyes, they asked for more.
“Yes, I love her,” you softly confessed,
And in my chest, a heaviness pressed.

How strange it feels, this aching part,
I knew the rules, but lost my heart.
You’re not mine, I’m not yours, it’s true,
Yet why does it hurt to let go of you?