You. And her.

It hasn’t even been a day,

but I already miss you.

 

And so, the paranoia strikes.

It’s all her fault,

dropping hints and clues.

I’m not blind. I see it.

You and her together,

going off into the dark,

leaving me here, alone.

Without you.

 

I don’t think I could take it.

Just the thought of you with her,

rips my heart apart,

and brings burning tears of jealousy to my eyes.

 

And the worst part is

you don’t even realize it.

You don’t understand the pain I feel,

the desire I hold,

the jealousy I try to push back

to the very depths of my mind

where even I cannot find it.

Yet like a termite it devours me from the inside,

weakening my core until I am consumed

by paranoia-induced insanity.

 

Your gaze melts my heart.

I live to see your smile

and the twinkle in your eye.

But you don’t know that,

and you never will.

You’ll never see me as I see you,

and mine you’ll never be.

 

So how can I be angry,

or upset,

or jealous?

 

She’s free to have you,

as far as logic and fairness are concerned.

Who am I to tell you no,

without revealing how I truly feel?

But she knows. She knows

and she sees my face light up when you walk in the room,

feels my heart beat faster,

sees my lustful gaze from the corner of her eye.

 

And that

is betrayal.

At least as far as irrational feelings are concerned. 

Max Levites - 12/16/11

Reviews

[Enigma]

Well penned. The intense emotions flowed steadily till the end and the description was straight-forward and vivid. Keep it up.