I'm jealous of your pen.
Jealous of the way your hands will never caress my skin like you hold it.
Jealous of the way you won't ever twirl me on a wooden dance floor like you spin it.

I'm jealous of your tie.
Jealous of the way it wraps around your neck, a place my arms will never be.
Jealous of how nothing separates it from your skin except a shirt, but I have red tape cuffing my hands behind my back when I want nothing more than to let them roam beneath the collar of your blue-striped button down.

I'm jealous of your ears.
Jealous of the words they get to hear when mine aren't around to listen.
Jealous of the way they get to hear i love you spill over and over again from your pillowy lips, the same lips that form into a smirk after you tell a joke and make me feel like the most important person in the world.

I'm jealous of the way you make me feel.
Jealous, because, I'll never make you feel that way, too.

Waiting in the park
A quiet night
Revenge will be carried out

"Good evening, Doctor,"
Grief took hold,
I extract my gun,

The shot rang out,
Water turned red,
The deed was done,

I saw my gun,
I pulled the trigger,
"See you soon, my love."

You've finally caught me.

We've raced for years, but never touched.

Your sister, envy, had grazed my cheeks every now and again, but you're far more devious.

You don't burn like her,
you sour; your energy collides,
collapses, into a bitter liquid.

As soon as we met, I wanted to escape,
but your mischevious glint held me,
and every thought against my will sprouted forth.

You infected me.

You took my rational mind and crushed it,
you twisted my trust, tainted my love,
and now I have to face you.

You're not like your sister,
and I'll be ****** to let you stay,
craddling me like a small child,
listening to your fallacious tales.

I'm better than that,
so the next time you see me,
tell you and your sister goodbye.

He's so perfect! He's a great guy to bring home,
He has a fast, expensive car, he works at a good job,
He's got his own backyard, a house all his own,
He's got a lot of "decent" connections,
He's always around to be a wisest leader,
Loves to take you down if you failed inspections,
He's just so perfect!

And so this is what "real love" is all about. *How unrealistic.

My soul it's being torn apart,
Distrust and fears are rampant.
Lord heal this bleeding heart
But let not my feelings become absent

For the pain I feel Is a jealous burn
It feels like a burning knife
Help me Lord to trust my love
And put to an end my strife

A careless comment
from a joking friend
My mind enveloped in fear
these thoughts I wish could end

Trust is the key
And in you I must find rest
Lord I come to you for I know
You have in mind only the best

Give me faith
And end my fear
Let me trust my love
Who I hold so dear

Pain is unbearable
I can't breathe
Nothing could be found to ease
I'm lost
I have no place to go
I thought I'm strong
But I'm not
I'm so **** weak
I'm playing every sad song

I’m jealous of every hand you’ve held.
And lips you’ve kissed.
And every secret you’ve told.
I’m jealous of everyone who has loved you before.
I’m jealous of every person who’s had the privilege of having their heart broken by you.
I’m jealous. Because I wish I was the first.
The first hand you held.
The first lips you kissed.
The first secret you held.
The first person you truly loved.
The first person who’s heart you broke.
I wish I was the first.
But I wasn’t.