Jealousy, or Envy?
Jealousy, or envy?
Jealousy,
or envy?
Jealousy, envy.
Jealousy, envy.
I want you ; I want what you have.
Spawns of Desire and Hate.
Lust and Rage.
Children; Jealousy and Envy.
Masked in pieced together fragments, insisting the sown work to be love.
Loved does not bubble and curdle.
Love does not reach out in agony.
Love is not a frantic, wild animal, clawing at anything in reach, trying to grab hold of damn near anything. Fingernails unclipped, and jagged. Slicing through flesh like butter.
Jealousy and Envy.
Jealousy; sitting in the corner. Bloodshot, gripping arms of the chair. Metallic taste, he never notices his jaw clenching, biting down on the insides of his cheeks. He never notices how happy she is, the way her eyes dance upon the other.
All he sees is her hands tangled around someone who isn't him.
Envy; Propped in front of a mirror, decorated in cut out faces, filling the spaces. Leaving nothing but a small circle for the reflection of the face to be seen. Weary and torn, features twisted and tweaked obsessively. A page folded and unfolded, just to be folded in a separated way.
Repeat.
Reset.
Repeat.
He's never been able to iron out the crease marks.
He'll never be able to replicate the way the other looks at you.
Even looking at every angle spread out across his mirror.
Jealousy, and Envy.
Envy, and Jealousy.
Love for an idea, not a person.
Love for a concept, a plot.
Jealousy or Envy, it is fiction and control we seek.
Jealousy,
or envy?
Jealousy, envy.
Jealousy, envy.
I want you ; I want what you have.
Spawns of Desire and Hate.
Lust and Rage.
Children; Jealousy and Envy.
Masked in pieced together fragments, insisting the sown work to be love.
Loved does not bubble and curdle.
Love does not reach out in agony.
Love is not a frantic, wild animal, clawing at anything in reach, trying to grab hold of damn near anything. Fingernails unclipped, and jagged. Slicing through flesh like butter.
Jealousy and Envy.
Jealousy; sitting in the corner. Bloodshot, gripping arms of the chair. Metallic taste, he never notices his jaw clenching, biting down on the insides of his cheeks. He never notices how happy she is, the way her eyes dance upon the other.
All he sees is her hands tangled around someone who isn't him.
Envy; Propped in front of a mirror, decorated in cut out faces, filling the spaces. Leaving nothing but a small circle for the reflection of the face to be seen. Weary and torn, features twisted and tweaked obsessively. A page folded and unfolded, just to be folded in a separated way.
Repeat.
Reset.
Repeat.
He's never been able to iron out the crease marks.
He'll never be able to replicate the way the other looks at you.
Even looking at every angle spread out across his mirror.
Jealousy, and Envy.
Envy, and Jealousy.
Love for an idea, not a person.
Love for a concept, a plot.
Jealousy or Envy, it is fiction and control we seek.