I feel jealous of the shirt that clings ever so tightly to you because it does a better job than my weak arms ever did.
I feel jealous of the belt that holds your pants up in immeasurable strength that I could never defeat.
I feel jealous of the watch you look at every other minute because I know you will never look at me like that ever again.
I am jealous of the articles you call your own, because I will never be.
(lunarlullubies)
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
I feel jealous of the shirt that clings ever so tightly to you because it does a better job than my weak arms ever did.
I feel jealous of the belt that holds your pants up in immeasurable strength that I could never defeat.
I feel jealous of the watch you look at every other minute because I know you will never look at me like that ever again.
I am jealous of the articles you call your own, because I will never be.
(lunarlullubies)
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