Distance breeds jealousy,
the kind that clings to my chest,
nestles in around my ribs and
whispers up to my ears.
It tells me all kinds of things,
the city will take her from me,
that boy that's just a friend has his hands around her waist,
they're taking shots after going on a date, and there ain't nothing I can do about it.
I've tried shoving my fingers in my ears,
stuffing them with cotton and
expensive ear plugs,
somehow the whispers breach it all,
slip through the cracks in my walls,
giggling menacingly,
ecstatic to see me fall,
to ruin,
to ruin,
to ruin.