To the Moon and Back

Jealousy

I envy your ability to write. I envy your ability to write romantic poetry and pained paragraphs. I'm jealous that you can compare your pain to thunderstorms and hurricanes. I'm jealous that you can describe your feelings in ways I could never imagine. Your writing leaves me jealous and envious and I hate how jealous I get. Your vocabulary is far beyond my comprehension and your poems and letters tell stories through descriptions and comparisons I could never fathom. The way your mind ends up on a piece of paper leaves me baffled. You can compare yourself to nature and describe your emotions like the weather. You create art for the mind and your pen is your paintbrush and the words are your paint. You create masterpieces of language that I've never seen before. I envy you. I'm jealous of you.