You lean further away from me, unconscious of your own actions. Your queen is happy but your queen is not me. And as she lays in your arms, my heart burns of jealousy and yearns for your love. I would love to say that I am not desperate but the would a big white lie. All I did just for you to ignore, not to look at me once, it hurts. And why would I be crazy if I expect you to leave her for me, afterall I love you more, more than she ever will. Maybe you will look at me now that she is six feet below. And my hands are stained with your favorite colour.
-Mithra
