Jealousy
Jealousy, a slow death
brought on by the one you love.
The pickings of your inner parts,
shredded until there are none.
The guilt for what he says
nags deep inside of you.
Withers your spirit down,
and for what? You have no clue.
It leaves you feeling barren,
as empty as can be.
You ponder why he loves you,
if this is all he sees.
You do your best to please him,
and yet it’s not enough.
You live a shallow life,
until the next rebuff.
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