LucasRBrittain

Jealousy thrums through the air:
The piercing eyes, scathing words.
Regret plagues an embittered soul:
Forgetting the past, maladies unhealed.

I can see you
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hear you
&nbsp;&nbsp; am jealous of you. 

Why? 

I have my own gifts:
My happiness, my life.
I know my own: 
My chosen arc, my protecting circle.

I walk my own path:
My chosen road, my protecting highway.
You have your own curse: 
Your loneliness, your lies.

Now what? 

I can't see you
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hear you
&nbsp;&nbsp; am not jealous of you.