No, I'm not paranoid
and I don't like that look you're giving me
I've told you a hundred times
Its not possession I seek

a fragile flower
I don't want to suffocate you
fold your beautiful petals
and stick you in my pocket

but it makes me sick
right to my stomach
to think of you blooming
in anyone else's garden

I care because I care
Even if you don't see
besides, the little green monster
hails from the heart, not the head