Jealousy is something I despise
Something not to be admired
Yet I can't help but feel it
When you look into her eyes
And most importantly smile
It is then when I can't help it
And it is then when it bubbles up inside
Frustration reeks from within me
And I can't help but to hate
What I'm feeling and that you
Have my heart
And that most of my art comes from you as my insidious inspiration
YOU ARE READING
Lovestruck
PoetryI feel like I've Been crushed under this bus of 'so called love' (C.A approved)
