Jealous type.
I'm just not the one.
It seems to create friction.
When there should be none.

Insecurity doesn't control me.
I love life and love too much not to be happy.

If the one I love isn't feeling secured.
There's nothing much I can do to make them secured.
If another comes along.
And they should leave.
They just validating with truth and honesty.
That they never did love me.

But they will see.
Jealousy just isn't within me.
The jealous type.
I could never be.

All because it makes you the hurt and the misery.