I don't often get
jealous of material
things.
I get jealous
over emotional
things,
like love.
I envy every person
on this planet's
relationship because
I know it's better than mine.
I see my boyfriend
once a week and text
him about twice
a day.
I need more than that.
I want more than that.
It's not fair that I sit
and wait by the phone,
hoping to see his name
pop up.
I love you I love you.
I don't care.
It's not fair that
all I got were 2 sorta
okay months with him.
I want it to work,
I want to be crazy about him,
but I feel the same way
I did when I was single.
Eternally lonely,
and jealous.