It consumes me.
I don't like it,
But I gave you my key.
This feeling throws me into a fit.

I hate other girls looking
I make up these scenarios in my head
I feel you have a plan cooking,
I cry alone in this bed.

I know you're good to me,
But I'm so broken.
This isn't how it's suppose to be.
I question every word that's spoken.

This feeling gets under my skin.
Please don't leave.
I just know the actions of other men.
It's so hard to believe.

This jealousy is me.
I'm sorry.