jealousy,
such a strange thing for me,
never had it
but now i do
but why you ask,
i just simply do.
for no good reason,
i swear it's not
it's about something a freinds got,
that i want.
a thing i wish i had, instead,
of me just laying here, in bed.
tossing, turning, here alone
it makes me think of what went wrong,
and how the thing i think i want
is just what i should not.
but life is funny,
sometimes haha
this time it's serious, and so, nah...
i'll do my best to conquer this
and in the end,
secure the risk
that this jealousy,
this thing i want
will surely be,
the thing that is the end of me.
so i stop.