The little green monster
sits on my shoulder as I see you.
And her.
It feeds on my insecurity and longing.
Growing.
Getting fat.
I try to suppress it--
I know it does only harm.
Yet the little green monster is persistent
and never truly leaves.
I might be able to force it away
But it leaves with a knowing smile.
And a promise.
To come slinking back
whenever I see her lips touch yours.
And I wish that you were mine.