Jealousy

Jealousy

I walk out the door,

That carries the entrance to my immense jealousy.

A revolting one, Provocative one.

I’m embarrassed by the easy, and overwhelming

Aggregation of my jealousy that follows me everywhere

Even in my dreams.

My heart fumes

And my eyes water

Tears fall from my hilltop cheeks

Down to the valley of my heart

I’m disgruntled, and irritated

With myself, and only myself

Not even the cause is at trial.

I wish it would stop.

This jealousy overtakes me.

I start to wonder

But I don’t comprehend my own feelings

Jealous by words, actions, emotions

I’m annoyed with my own rage

Somehow I wish it would end

But does this love have to end then?

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Love without jealousy is healthier; however, no jealousy at all I would question. Good poem!

[Jess Cook]

i'm sure a lot of people feel that way.