I'm very jealous,
Of you,
Dear,
I mean,
All I can feel,
Is jealousy,
And I hate it,
And I try so hard,
To stop,
And breathe,
And pretend,
It doesn't burn,
I try,
To not,
Be like this,
But I have,
Reasons to be.
Jealousy and anger,
Burn me alive,
And part of me,
Wishes,
I could do something,
To make you feel this.
I hate,
The feeling
Of pure,
Jealousy.
No matter,
How much,
I deny to myself,
That I want you,
The thought of,
You and her,
Fills me up with jealousy,
And I can no longer deny...
Whether jealous or just plain lousy,
I miss you a lot...
