Yes.
I was jealous.
You ignored me for her.
How could I not be?
Yes.
I was irritated.
You only listened to what I said when it concerned someone else.
Was I really there?
Yes.
I was jealous.
As we walked she brushed her arm against you.
Whilst I walked behind everyone else.
Yes.
I was irritated.
Because I was the 5th wheel.
Lucky someone still talked to me.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
