There are no words I can write
about my jealousy, without them being
ugly and twisted. Jealousy
is not a poetic feeling, jealousy is
sick and petty and deforms
everything it touches. I cannot beautify
my jealousy, as I do my pain, I cannot
make you look at me differently
through such a warped glass and think
that I am something special. Jealousy
does not lend itself to writing poetry, when
all I want to do is hate you
but I can't.