emerald encrusted cage
my heart pounds against the walls
of its emerald encrusted cage
begging to be released
i won't let it out
i refuse
it brings me a sort of sick comfort
my own jealousy
the twist in my cheast when i see you with her
the roar of my heart rattling the bars
trying to escape the prision i have i trapped it in
but if i don't have my own self imposed isolation
own my anger and self hate, my wrath at her success
what do i have?
a set of decimated emerald bars
the remains of a cage that once healed me together
a monument to those i wish i could be
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