Crushed

You held her close,
Whispering in her ear.
I was jealous of her.
She had a nice slender figure,
Waves of black hair,
The skin color of coca.
I was jealous of her,
Because she easily attracted your attention,
With her charm and easy smile.
You never noticed me.
I blended too well with the background,
A plain Jane who didn't deserve a second glance from you.
I wished to be her.
I wished to be in her place right now,
With you holding me close,
Whispering words bursting with love into my ear.
I wanted it so badly I could almost taste it.
But that dream,
That wish,
Would never become a reality.
I was never meant to be with you,
Because you loved her.
I could see it.
The way you look at her,
The way you spoke about her.
I could see it,
And it made me green with jealousy.
I hated her.
I loathed her with a passion.
But I would never take you from her,
That wasn't in my nature.
As you leaned in and kissed her,
I walked away,
No longer able to see you with her.
She made you happy.
I wished I could have been the one,
To make you happy