Burning envy once
occupied my mind.
Her sweet reflection
captured in these eyes.
Her perfected waist,
her porcelain face.
Yet I never stopped
to look past her skin;
to see her heart and
the state it was in -
picture walking in
her shoes until thin.
All I envied was
my own jealousy.
I wished just for the
way I looked at her,
to be the way they
looked at me.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
Burning envy once
occupied my mind.
Her sweet reflection
captured in these eyes.
Her perfected waist,
her porcelain face.
Yet I never stopped
to look past her skin;
to see her heart and
the state it was in -
picture walking in
her shoes until thin.
All I envied was
my own jealousy.
I wished just for the
way I looked at her,
to be the way they
looked at me.
Ecclesiastes 4:4 (NIV)
"And I saw that all toil and all achievement spring from one person’s envy of another. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind"
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