Envy

I could never do anything

like you did.

 

In your short little stories

of doves and crows,

of twisted justices

and apocalyptic worlds.

I could never put

a part of myself in words

like you did.

When you are loved,

you are loved by so many.

Those around you care

for you more than

you will ever know.

But you push them away.

Including me.

 

I could never be anything

like you are. I want to be

envious, but I can’t,

because I love you too much. 

Author's Note

eh. I dun really like this.

Reviews

[Legolas]

Thats such a sweet poem. Im wondering if this was for a special someone. If it is then they are very lucky. Great job as usual!!