It’s very true.
While walking in the street,
jealousy is often mistaken for romance.
When the green monster strikes,
friends seem guilty of unfriendly desire.
Fallaciously.

Jealousy judges not.
At least not that way.
A jealous someone is not (might not be) in love,
but is (most always)
wanting to be someone’s only Something.
And that Something could be anything:
French Tutor, Designated Driver,
Babysitter, Secret Keeper.

So when we’re walking in the street,
and you ask me why I’m jealous,
you answer your own question saying I’m in love.
When the green monster strikes,
you accuse me of the passionate crime.

My friend, all I want is not you.
I just want to be your only Something.