To be jealous is to be cold.
A cutout, frozen piece of slippery ice.
A layer so thin it breaks beneath a mouse's breath.
You taint your life with past regret.
A feeling of unfamiliarity mixes with that of a lover's lack of empathy.
Yet here standing inches apart is a faith of truth and trust.
Although one step forward seems like a push rather than a nudge.
Sincerity is what you must treasure the most,
after another left you lying on the floor with questions the size of troughs.
It's okay though my love,
One shall wonder near when they feel ready
And another will stand by with their heart beating steady.
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Begging In The Abyss
PoetryIf you would enjoy reading about the abyss of life, love, hope and all else in the form of poetry, well then I think you've found the right place.
