jealousy

... although this was written about someone else as i go back and read it comes back to another boy yet again

Late at night

both of us cuddled tight

you hold my hand

but what you dont get

is what that means to me

You roll over

put your arm around me

hold me close

run you hands over my scars

Then you tell me about you and her

how much you love her

then i feel it

that pang of jealousy

jealousy that hurts more and more each day

a jealousy that never goes away