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