I’m not jealous.
I tell myself.
I just don’t like
the way you change
when he walks into the room.
Is he better than me?
You move your hair differently.
You laugh louder.
You become easier to touch
with your soul
than with hands.
And you say I’m exaggerating.
Have I always done that?
You say I always exaggerate —
but only
when the truth makes you uncomfortable.
I never told you not to talk to him.
I only said
men like him
don’t have pure intentions —
like I do.
You know I know you.
I know how you breathe
when you lie.
I know who you are
when you want to be seen.
I’m not jealous.
If I lose you,
it won’t be because I didn’t notice
that smile of yours.
It will be because
you wanted to be seen
by someone else.
And I was only decoration
in your destiny.
So don’t ask me
why I changed.
But I’m not jealous.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 1:53 AM UTC
I’m not jealous.
I tell myself.
I just don’t like
the way you change
when he walks into the room.
Is he better than me?
You move your hair differently.
You laugh louder.
You become easier to touch
with your soul
than with hands.
And you say I’m exaggerating.
Have I always done that?
You say I always exaggerate —
but only
when the truth makes you uncomfortable.
I never told you not to talk to him.
I only said
men like him
don’t have pure intentions —
like I do.
You know I know you.
I know how you breathe
when you lie.
I know who you are
when you want to be seen.
I’m not jealous.
If I lose you,
it won’t be because I didn’t notice
that smile of yours.
It will be because
you wanted to be seen
by someone else.
And I was only decoration
in your destiny.
So don’t ask me
why I changed.
But I’m not jealous.