jealousy is a lonely feeling

it’s wriggly like worms

and possessive like a bad crush

i never want this part

it seems to love me though

i suppose it’s good to be loved

to be selectively honest

and kind in secret

it must be better to be alone

in your brain than your body

to be jealous of deserving

to keep it close to your blue heart

instead of throwing stones

you can’t get back later

it’s the mortifying ordeal

of being known

that i fear i will never understand