My brain must hate me.
What reason, other than that, to explain why I'm constantly tortured by the mental image of him. And her.
Him and her.
Him with her.

jealous of dreams,
jealous of dreams,
jealous of dreams.

jealous of your legs,
jealous of your legs,
jealous of your legs.

***** for your love,
***** for your love,
***** for your love.



jealous of my love

jealous of my love,
jealous of my love,
jealous of my love.

jealous of my legs,
jealous of my legs,
jealous of my legs.

***** for my love,
***** for my love,
***** for my love.

Poison courses through my veins,
jealousy erodes my bones.
The acid of negativity is leaving me nothing more than a shell.

I want a love so deep that
The Ocean is jealous.

Jealousy is the most
Insidious emotion
It eats you away like nothing else
Ever could

what is love?
ah, the ever so asked question
sometimes expected
sometimes not ;at random times
i don't know what love is
but i do know
what it's not
it's not jealous or angry
they say
it may be written on the bible
and not that i'm questioning God's word
but love is jealous
and love is angry
and it's so many more other different bad things
and great things as well
that is because
we people
are capable of feeling
not only one feeling at a time
some just overpower
all the other feelings
because love is vehemence
it is desperate too
i just know that love isn't
a person
or a thing
or a place
or what you felt for the boy you've been crushing on for forever, ever since but never actually spoke to
love is not
finding out about someone's favorite something and making it your favorite something as well for the sole purpose of that thing being said person's favorite something, no
but
love is
liking the feeling of crushing on someone you've never really known
and love is
finding yourself liking the same thing the person that matters to you likes
and it is just that, maybe maybe not, love.

Just because
I don't have the right
To be jealous
That doesn't mean
That I'm **not

She watches them together,
as her breath stops with a catch,
and her heart aches, pulled by tethers
made of love and lonely sadness.

He laughs. Briefly she can't help
but think that they'd be better.
She watches by herself,
and slowly drives herself to madness.