Jealousy

Jealousy;
Seeing her with you,
Feels a bit like,
I’m dead.

Am I?
No, but I have
disappeared.

However, they can see,
me.

Why cannot you?
Are you blind?

How dare I say something,
like that about you?
But oh! It is true.
You have not seen,
What is here.

She will go as she came,
But I am here to stay,
She will go away,

People die and people cry,
But you will never leave my mind,
Why does it have to be this way?

Gone, gone, gone is sanity,
You and her forever,

You and me?
Never

The End

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