Jealousy is green,
She becomes hazel under a candlelit glow
And gray when facing a harsh storm.
She is not a boring blue,
That only steals from the sun's light,
Or borrows her glow from Sapphire gems.
Her halo is a ring of fire
And not the darkened ashes of a matchstick,
Or charred olive wreaths.
Jealousy is me,
She is I,
You don't mind her fury.
Her flames feed your soul,
Warm your cold-blooded scales,
And melt chocolate into your eyes.
She bound herself in chains of ice
And locked herself in a vacuum
Where she could not breathe.
I forced a wet smile
And dampened her scarlet hair brown.
You fanned her embers,
As you fed her coals
Until I became a diamond.
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An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
