Do you think of me as much as I think of you?
Am I a lingering thought in your mind?
Or am I forgotten from your daily life?
Lucky are the people that get to be with you.
In the presence of such warmth.
Freely able to hear your infectious laugh.
Allowed to see your genuine smile.
I had gotten used to being near you so often.
I should be grateful for the time I get to spend with you,
But I cannot help but be jealous.
Jealous that I cannot experience the joy of being near.
Upset that I'm not the one beside you for once.
Selfishly, greedily, I want to see your happiness.
Despite this,
I want you to be happy, even if not with me.
But I can't help but be jealous that I'm not the reason.
When you're with them, do I fade away?
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Ramblings of a Madman
PuisiShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
