Jealous of Her.
I feel jealous.
Jealous that you have someone else to fill the space of me.
When you kiss her, my lips quiver with rage.
When you touch her, my skin crawls with envy.
Images of you and I flash before my eyes, making it hard to move on.
Your last hug still lingers on my skin.
Your last kiss still perces from my lips.
So when I see you with her, its hurts.
It hurts so bad, I cry at night in fear that you may never leave her side.
Copyright © Deandra King | Year Posted 2007
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