You wanna know what jealousy is?
It is when the people
you love are happy without you, when you cannot be without them.
It is knowing that
those people’s worlds are theirs, when you, they are your only world.
It is whichever axis you wish to rotate, you want to traverse with their hands locked to yours.
While them, they are drawing, sketching their own lines, forming
their own orbits,
in a galaxy away from yours.
It is wanting to swell up the river with both your tears
combined,
than fill up a happy ocean with only them laughing from across the
shoreline.
Jealousy is not forgiving others because they live
while you
die, alone, with ripped heart, your body buried six feet below the cold ground line.
Jealousy is not not having the best stuff others qualm about,
or being obscured and being pushed aside
while a star is stealing your spotlight.
Jealousy is that stabbing pain that does not only pierce
your heart, but that breaks your confidence pole and trusting rope.
Jealousy is me dying while living “ours” and you living, just living yours.
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