It's an acid
Bitter, mordacious, caustic
A hot and writhing serpent in my gut

It's jealousy

She's gorgeous
funny
charming
extroverted
I don't really care about that
Except I wonder if you do.

because you know what else she's got?

She's got your inside jokes
your banter 
your smile
your laugh
your glances across the room

Does she have you?

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Do you remember our inside jokes?
our banter?
our looks?
I dream of your smile. 
do you remember mine?

Can you talk with her? 
You are one of the few who can argue (successfully) with me.
I can recall your thoughtful look.
You always understood me.
Does she, you?

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I shouldn't be jealous.
You were never truly mine. 
You never so much as tried to hold my hand. 
much less kiss me,  
or more.

But, knowingly or not, you hold a piece of my heart.

I think there might be 
a hole in your pocket, 
because my heart is slipping.

It feels trembling and small and
-worst of all-
helpless

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Do you know?
Do you realize?
What you do to me?

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*Does she have you?