no title yet.<3

I haven't awarded this a title because, not only can I not create one, I also don't know if it's worthy of one. I feel like I've missed something in it somewhere.

It’s a storm
Outside these walls,
Inside these walls,
Inside my soul.
Ear and cheek
Pressing on that door,
The grain leaving its mark
To prove I’m not innocent.
I listen to the sounds
Curious, I’m curious.
Yet unabashedly
Shy.
I’m hearing the storm-
Rain on the roof,
Clothes hitting the floor,
Tears scalding my eyelids.
I know they’re in there,
But anger eludes me.
It’s jealousy.
He gets to touch
That body.
He gets to kiss those lips.
He gets to watch
Her.
Outside’s storm rages on,
As does inside’s-
The sounds urging
Jealousy aside
As I fly into rage.