it does not envy

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Jealousy, jealousy.

How romantic to be wanted.


Jealousy, jealousy.

How inspiring to be protected.


Behind the broad shoulders,

The magnetic possession,

Insecurity seeps poisonously.

Assuming need for confession.


Ravenous for attention,

Vicious anger upon perceived denial.


Alone, aching for connection.

Watching you leave,

Happy to see you go,

Fighting soul turning green.


Plugged into your network,

I fight suspicion.

Numbing—or aggravating—with internet,

Barely holding off cynicism.


Wanted solitude,

Now I want you.

Unfair to be selfish,

Pain making me rude.


FOMO my dear,

A façade for the ache.

The longing and lust,

Making me shake.


Jealousy or insecurity?

Anger or loneliness?

Regardless true identity,

Love is not envious.

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