words to kill and words to heal | a poetry collection

"jealous"

if jealousy is a disease,
i'm definitely sick.
she's got her hand in yours,
while i clench mine tightly.

did she tell you how gorgeous you looked?
did she stay up texting you at night?
i've got so many questions,
though i already know the answers.

you've got everything,
it's so unfair.
you're pretty, you're smart,
and you've got a cool girl-friend.

to her, you're the light of her life,
i'm the darkness and depression,
the curtains that block out light.
if i were her, i'd pick you too.

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