People always equate jealousy to
A little green monster who rides
Piggyback throughout your life.
They're wrong though.
Jealousy is a tiny, beautiful, parasitic seed.
It plants itself in the newly formed
Fissures of your self worth.
It fights its way through your aching veins
Before finally laying roots in your broken heart.
As it grows, you're veins are slowly replaced
by brilliant green foliage.
Your heart begins to bloom
The petals so breathtaking that it lures in
Every inch of your soul until
The only thing left is an empty shell
Of who you once were.
Jealousy isn't a monster.
It's irresistible flora
That feeds on your inadequacy
In order to feed its opulence.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always been a beacon of light leading me through the dark abyss I sometimes find myself in. When the waves crash over my head, when I am being pulled to the bottomless expanses of my mind, these words wrapped around me and pulled me to th...
