Like scorpions crawling on my skin, jealousy befriends me; stinging at every cost as the mention of another’s name leaves your lips.

For what space am I afraid might be taken?
Taken by a bold one who shows true intentions, or taken by the one you call a friend?
But, a friend is what I am too.

It beats hard, and I am ashamed of what I feel—
Feelings that I might love you more than you will ever know.