blue and white cast upon you like rice at a wedding they follow wanting lusting calling cursing but how to ward them? when you ache and plead with yourself your empty bank account, god for something you find beautiful in another yes, the evil eyes are always watching because they are yours.
this was for a prompt where you didn't name the seven deadly sins, so this one can have every adjective but the word envy. I chose the evil eye, because that represents the stain jealousy casts on others.
I've seen pictures of your old girlfriend on the laptop you let me borrow, I was snooping, looking for something to accuse you of. You told me they had all been deleted (I hadn't asked) you told me everything was gone.
I've read messages, happy, hinted, flirtatious coy poetry played between two parts which haven't been officially scripted.
"It's weird between us now, isn't it?" berated friendship, bartered love offered in the gaps which remain unspoken yet.
He does not speak of her anymore. I have not asked.
Was it, unsolicited? Or does she tickle your decadent fancy; you do the honourable thing now and flirt with her behind her fiances back.
Each trial has been blond and I fail at not hating every single golden glinted thief who stole something before it was even mine to take.
You rise and I darken; I smile sticking needles in your misadvised tongue. Still, these words burn sweeter than those in my head.
Something whispers about that girl who just walked past. Inside my crypt things do not look good for me.
Jealously rises like smoke. Obvious hoax. How could she? But I know his loyalty. She can't take what's mine. He's beautifully divine. But maybe she already has. Looks like midnight talks like jazz. No... He'll return. Right before she burns. To what he knows is true. He was just confused. Aha. Wait for his common sense. Get away from the evil *****. Her lips curling. Potion mist swirling. Rotten, stale or dead. She's inside his head. Her breath intermixed. Almost with his kiss. Dark hair. Lingering glare. I feel her hate. But she'll take my bait. Her smirk won't fool me. He wants me solely. One choice for him to make. Love and happiness or wretched snake
I would love to be the cigarette burn on your arm the nicotine stain in your lungs, rip fibres of hair from follicles screaming as I drench petrol and fiery words on your body as you trip and stumble and fall in every which way back down to the ground.
your smiles make me sick.
I want to ***** acid on your supple skin, singing hydrochloric corrosive promises which consume us both because now just right now all it does is burn me and you don't even notice.
After the storm, when the clouds are spiteful and vengeance has been taken Breaking character at play practice for a moment of pure ecstasy and humor Catching colds, leaving an imprint of sickness and annoyance on one's face Dodging the curious stares of ex lovers with a feeling of relief Envious emotions towards the summer when you're left with chills and bare trees Frozen faces in shock of the aftermath of that day back in September Gracious arms stretched open wide by a Savior who has nothing to hide Helplessness left on the man alone in the street with nothing to eat Ignorance comes with the guy who thinks he knows it all (but really knows little at all) Jokes are thrown left and right coming straight for the girl in the corner who's feeling depression Kindness shared between two strangers hopeful that soon they'll be more than that Lovers share a softened gaze and a touch of hands producing electricity Moms crying for their kids first day of school, tears of joy Nasty boys with shallow minds give over everything they have thinking they have real "love" for the night Open-minded people uniting in the world to feel a sense of community Pretentious celebrities showing a carefree attitude for the camera, but heartbreak behind Quaint and quiet simple minded people read their simple books and live in a state of simple happiness Red cheeks flushed brighter than a firework in July Static on the radio playing really low, a tune really slow, with a sad tone Tucked in crop tops, high waisted jeans, & converse lending a helping hand with nostalgia for the 80s Under said phrases and over said words shouted on the rooftop with remorse and bitterness Vertigo left her in a state of constant anxiousness Watery eyes dried by pruned fingers in the salt water pool mixed with salt water tears X marking the spot where she caught him with her Yellow, stained pages and the peaceful smell of antique books Zealousness for life shone in her eyes, almost like a musician when their fingers brush calmly and excitedly over their instrument
I don't know. Take it as what you think it means **.