Yes, I said.
I finally said it.
I am jealous of you.
Does it make you feel happy now, that you seem to be doing so well at something I love.
Yeah sure, you may have the same feelings I do.
But I refuse to acknowlegde them when I am around you.
I see you
And I just want to wrap my fingers tightly around your neck.
Squeeze!
But then... I remember that I am in public.
And I am pretty sure my counsellor told me not to murder anyone in public
Or was that, 'Never to murder at all.'
I 'm not so sure.
I hardly listen to the woman anyway.
What does she know about the feeling that is lodged deeply in my chest.
That burns me more everytime I see you?
Nothing see knows nothing.
I want it.
Why do you have it?
I must have it.
I will take it.
It will be mine.
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So because of the success of a very close-friend-of-mine's story. I have decided to write him a piece of poetry for every sin that his character has to fight. Or something along the lines of that. Dunno why I choose Jealousy first, but I know that Lust is the next to come.
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Random Things Inside My Head
PoetryThe title speaks for itself! Come on in; inside my mind.