Jealousy

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She sat in front of me,

Scrolling through her phone.

Smiling as she texted someone,

To me is unknown.

With her cat in her lap,

And her phone in her hand.

I play with her hair,

While music filled our ears.

She holds up her phone,

Taking a moment of this.

A smile appears on my face,

And joy fills my eyes.

I peer over her shoulder,

Seeing her click 'send'.

"Who's it to?" I ask,

"Oh no one" she replies.

I pull her hair back,

Having her head on my chest.

She looks up at me,

While I made my fake smile.

"Just a boy" she protests,

"It's nothing at all"

Letting her go,

I thought about what she said.

A male on her phone,

And hope in her eyes.

She likes this boy,

And I won't let that be.

For it hurts me too much

To see her not with me.

I'm not controlling,

Or anything like that.

I just want this beauty queen,

To be with only me.

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