Her lips,
Are mine.
Her eyes,
Sublime.
I think of her all the time.
She listens to my voice,
Her smile,
So nice.
But to my surprise,
She laughs with another.
My heart
Is torn,
Pushed down in the gutter.
Sharing happiness with others,
Is beyond my advice.
As this rachet jealousy
Is burning like spice.
But one can only learn,
For she knows I am right.
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 4:51 PM UTC
Her lips,
Are mine.
Her eyes,
Sublime.
I think of her all the time.
She listens to my voice,
Her smile,
So nice.
But to my surprise,
She laughs with another.
My heart
Is torn,
Pushed down in the gutter.
Sharing happiness with others,
Is beyond my advice.
As this rachet jealousy
Is burning like spice.
But one can only learn,
For she knows I am right.
This poem is about extreme jealousy that one may experience while in a relationship. This poem is quite personal to me as my past partner did exhibit the details I have explained above in the poem. Please do enjoy, and if you can relate to this, I am truly sorry and stay strong, always.
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