Contemplating

idk just felt like writing

Jealousy is difficult.
It's raw, hate, despair.
A quick glance as she saunters towards him,
A beautiful girl on the tv.
Bit by bit I'm tearing apart.
Quietly.
Overreacting.
Overthinking.
Seeing things that are not possible.

I never thought this would be me.
I know I can trust him, I do.
But it irkes me in ways I've never felt before.

I do not own him.
I cannot control.
Myself.
Himself.

Author's Note

it's not quite done but i'm tired.