Yes, my jealousy
Certainly does
Whisper the cruelest things
Into my ear.
It holds my heart so tightly
It makes it hurt.
It touches my stomach
And it's as if it is curdling milk
Turning sour and hard under
Jealousy's touch.
It makes me feel
The most unimaginable
Evils in my head
And uses my fingers
To type the words
I never could say,
stay away.
Because the thought of you
And her
Makes me jealous.
Makes me hate a part
Of myself I didn't even know was there.