My Miss Ripley & Other Poems

The Jealous Bitch

This is not a poem, but I just want to burst my emotions through this.

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I confronted you because I can no longer take it.
I speak up, because you said you want to know what I feel.
You already know what I feel about it, but you still keep doing it.
It may sound lame, but it is painful and I cannot stop you from doing that.
Who am I?
I am just someone that you love.
But she is a friend that you want to keep forever.
Don't want to compare myself, but the way you move when she's near is different.
And I'm so sorry if I don't have that kind of humor that she have.
And I don't have the passion that a woman should have.
And I have a different reaction on what you expect me to have, but she reacted the way that you like.
I'm not used to dress like a girl, but I did try just to impress you.
But it seems like she's the only one that you're seeing.
You kept on saying that I should dress like her.
To wear fancy ones, instead of those baggy ones that I own.
You share common things.
You went on the same school.
And of course, I cannot relate.
When you two talk, it seems like I am the third wheel, instead of her.
But who am I?
I was just a co-league before.
A workmate that turns to be one of your friend.
A friend that turns to be your someone.
But I guess, I'm not that kind of special enough.
And I'm so sorry if I didn't get any of those requirements for your own standard.
I'm just me, a jealous bitch who got scared of loosing you in the middle of the game.
Jealous of the person that you always turn your head to whenever we're together.
Hope I can fix my jealousy and not feel anything at all.
And I hope that you will not wait until I feel numb about it.

👑MariaAzyle