A Picture

It was a rough day and my anger spiked...

I show him a picture,
A picture on my phone
That belongs to me.
Yes it is a picture of you
But I only showed it to your boyfriend.

You ignore me over it,
Over a stupid picture.
It didn't hurt anyone,
Yet you are mad,
Shunning me.

This single picture angers you.
Yet, when you told the guy I liked how I felt,
Did I shun you?
You think you are so high,
You are loved by more people,
That i should kiss your hand in worship.
I decline.
You are no higher than I.
If anything, I am higher than you.
I don't get angry over
A picture.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your answer in this poem. You are no higher than I. You are correct. Can't allow your self love to overtake the people we need to take care of. A excellent chapter.
Coyote