Jealousy Is A Noun

Unknown Saturday, February 28, 2015



I feel jealous from the air that touches your skin every single second,
the air that gets to wander inside you -- that makes your body alive.

I feel jealous of your blanket and pillows that gives you comfort when you sleep
-- the pillow that you cuddle so tight, the blanket that keeps you warm on cold lonesome nights.

I feel jealous of anything that meets your glances, and those things that caught your blank stares
-- be it ugly or beautiful, sad or happy.

I am jealous of your past and your present.
     I'm jealous of your hobbies.
     I'm jealous of your favorite foods.
     I'm jealous of colors and numbers you consider lucky.
     I'm jealous of the music you like.
     I'm jealous of movies -- you love watching movies.
I am jealous of everything, everyone and anything that connects to you.

Yet I know that jealousy is a mental disorder, a fatal one, and that only you yourself can cure.
So I have decided to let it eat me from the inside and let the pain be felt until it subsides.
You seem so near but it feels like you are twenty-two million light years away.
I'd rather endure it, than destroy one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen/had.

Jealousy is a total bitch. Cheers!