It's the knots that got stuck in my throat when you showed me how she looked like,
The tears I suppressed with the insecurities you poured into me
Jealousy is the destruction and havoc I brought to my body to look like her
It's the meals I skipped the muscle aches and extreme headaches
from all the working out, so I could have her bought body naturally
It's barely breathing because of the corset that I'm wearing to reshape my ribs
It's the money I spent on make up and the hours I spent watching tutorials
Jealousy is when all my hidden insecurities felt as visible as the sun
When all of the sudden my face
needed to be buried under pounds of make up, Like her,
Jealousy is when I realised I didn't care about my natural beauty anymore
I wanted to look like her and even better,
Because even though I don't really like it, I want to be her, to be with you.
Because jealousy is a bruise and my heart is a peach.
Fuck you and her anyways
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