JealousyA Chapter by YouoweYoupayIf only this ghost did not love me the most.
Jealousy those color-washed eyes in your days And artificial lights around you. A musical applause and a rain of clichés. I saw them dazzling, Green, Yellow and blue You were quiet lonely But I watched as you were growing. Black hair clean and trimmed. Your imperfect set of teeth showing. I had intended to be the first The one to tear into the walking dead To press against your shoulder And show them a lifted head Show the grey envious crowd The beautiful child within The skin of a woman How the weak sincere smile In your black irises Completed the green in mine. I would have loved To feel your modest speck of joy But in my heart Stomps the tear-smudged whine of a boy If only this ghost Did not love me the most And if only he Had not this hobby To linger And burrow holes free Beneath my chest With one finger And when raw flesh Behind the colorful dress Grew brave enough to heal The ugly ghost would reach To embrace and I would kneel Into black sighs and a screech Between what is and what is not real I would close my eyes And I would see you at unease Falling on a theater stage. Breathless. And I would stare at my palms with a wheeze Not believing that I had been sleepless Merely to wish for your heart to crease
Not able to conceive That I had tried to strangle you In my dreams and I heaved Another plea to Him Who needs no rest or sleep That this reek of jealousy would leave So that I would return to counting sheep. © 2012 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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