In my eyes you are sunshine always.
I get jealous of the people you show your light too, the people that you warm with your heart, the people that get to touch your soul constantly.
Anger stirs in my chest knowing I can’t touch your soul constantly,
I can’t always be warmed by your light, knowing you’re giving comfort and love to someone who isn’t me.
I irk for your love,
but if I don’t have all of it I don’t want any of it.