Jealousy

Done in creative writing class.

It starts off with a punch,
a fist straight to the gut,
then spreads in through me
like the plague, but worse.

(And new this season,
allow me to introduce,
the latest in our
green-only collection)

You check to make sure
that I'm watching,
and I am,

                      you know I am.

I'll bite right throuh my lip,
but no, I won't say anything.

What have words ever done
for us, anyway?

Nails draw blood,
fists clenched too tightly,
I think I might be sick,
and I know why I'm infected.
I think I might be sick,
and I think you are the virus.

The way you smile
and look away,
look at her,



      (I don't exist)


If how I feel matters so little,
         how can it feel this big?

Reviews

[Bud]

Plugged right into my heart and turned the power on!!! I especially loved:

"If how I feel matters so little,
how can it feel this big?"

Genius!!! I can see no better way to express the feeling...wish I had thought of that when arguing a few times about my feelings!!! Thanks for sharing that. Keep up the excellent writing!

[Eagle Cruagh]

Now you are speaking my language.

Don`t anybody mess around with the woman
I`m messing around with .

Read my poem----Cowboy Visits the Cafe.

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Katherine Wyatt]

Excellent last stanza...You really made the reader feel the feeling..
nice job!