The engulfing darkness of jealousy takes over, The all-consuming hatred for the one that stole your love. The anger is misplaced ans irrational. My mistakes are where my fury truly resides. Forgiveness is what I ask, Love is what I desire. I yearn to confront you, yet fear to ruin your happiness, These feelings, bottled up, are erratic, distraught and unorganized. How is it you feel? What is it you desire? Does your love still exist for me, As mine does for you?