I hope you feel jealous
Jealous of how everything it's going right for me now.
Got into 10 colleges.
4.0 GPA my senior year.
I hope you feel it.
Jealousy, jealousy.
I hope it hits you.
Like it hit me.
Because I feel it.
Jealousy, jealousy.
How the hell did you move on so fast?
I feel jealousy.
Jealousy.
How the hell did you fix yourself so quickly?
I fucking feel it.
Jealousy, jealousy.
I'm fucking jealous.
Because you moved on in two months, and I moved on in a year.
I'm jealous of how everything went right for you
And how everything went wrong for me.
How?
Tell me.
How?
Fucking how?
Now it's your turn.
And I hope you feel jealousy.
Jealousy, jealousy.
I hope it follows you everywhere.
I hope you throw your phone across your room when you see a picture of me smiling.
Everything you talked about
I have that now.
I hope you feel jealous.
I hope you're showered in jealousy
Jealousy, jealousy.
I HOPE YOU FEEL JEALOUS OF ME
BECAUSE I FELT ENOUGH JEALOUSY ALREADY.
YOU ARE READING
February Ashes
Puisi❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
