Jealous

"I’m jealous of the music that you hear instead of my voice"


Every time I tell you something,
You ask, “and how does that make you feel?”
You’re gone and now I’m stuck in a coffin,
Along with jealousy that makes me so ill...

I’m jealous of the sunlight that touches up your skin.
I’m jealous of your clothes, of every button and the pin.
Jealous of the London benches on which you sit.
I’m jealous of the cups from which you take a sip.

I’m jealous of the eyes that see you every day.
I’m jealous of the mask that’s instantly on your face.
I’m jealous of the nights that you spend with another girl.
I’m jealous of her so bad, with my body and my soul!

I’m jealous of the sound of your alarm clock,
Because I wanted to be the one who wakes you up!
I’m jealous of the screen that touch your fingertips,
 and of the berry chopstick that feels your salty lips.

I had to say goodbye too early cause you left no choice.
Now I’m jealous of the music that you hear instead of my voice.
I’m jealous of my past, of the days we spent together.
I’m jealous,
I’m so jealous,
that I can’t even measure!

November, 22