jealous

jealous a poem by blueberry_juice

I see you with her.

both of you are holding hands.

you look happy.

I know i should be happy for you.

I'm trying, i swear.

I have no right to feel this way.

you were never mine.

and I wasn't ever yours.

I thought i was over it.

over you.

so why am I still

so why am I still j e a l o u s ?