There is no more fuel

To fire up my envy of you.

And yet, why do I still feel it?


It feels like jealousy has burrowed deep,

Gnawing at my bones and

Creating a cavern to crawl into.

Winter has come, and it

Has been hibernating,

Shifting and irritating my emotions.


The motivation for envy

Has been burnt out;

I have moved on from him.

And yet, I don't think I can forgive you.

It's immature, but I loved him longer.

You took him from me

Before I could have a chance.


Jealousy continues to scrape me,

Leaving tears in my stomach,

Holes in my heart,

Scrapes in my shoulders.


Tension continues to build,

And you continue to win.