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Honestly? I'm Jealous.
Honestly? I'm jealous.
—PFM.
All I can think about is you, do you think of me?
Like the birds and the bees, sometimes, you leave me.
Times where everyone meant a bit more, I was less.
They could hold you close to their chest.
Honestly? I'm jealous.
Why them, when me?
Why didn't I see you sooner, just to plea.
Honestly? I'm jealous.
Of all the friendships I've dropped,
Only because you didn't like them.
Of all the laughter I sacrificed,
Only because you made me laugh better.
Of all the people I've ignored,
Only because the attention you gave felt like rainy weather.
Honestly? I'm jealous.
Of all the people who've had “that” title,
All because you felt pity, or something lighter?
Of all the people who've touched your waist,
Knowing well, it's your most sensitive place.
Of all the people who've showed you every way,
When you prefer to be alone with them, safe.
Honestly? I'm jealous.
Because you aren't yet mine.
Not to be possessive, like worshipping a shrine.
But to just have you, at least once, a couple of times.
So what? I'm jealous.
Who cares anymore?
You? That's enough.
I'll continue to wait just a bit more.