I'll Miss You.

I become so jealous
When you’re with those other girls.
When I look at you,
My insides start to hurl.

Wishing your cheeks bloomed like roses at my sight;
Wishing when you caught my glance, your heart would take flight.
Wishing I made your lungs clench tight;
Wishing I made your mind race in delight.

No other will ever make me cry,
No other will ever make me try.
No other will ever break me inside. . .
As much as you did.