Break Me

I can see her hand wrapped tightly in his. My stomach is tied in knots, wishing she was mine. Wishing I could have her. She was beautiful; eyes blue as the sea and hair red as a forest fire. She was wild like a hurricane but gentle like a summer breeze. How I wished to hold her hand in mine like he got to do with such ease.
My head was spinning with a jealous rage as he walked past me, flaunting having her as his own.
"I love you.." my soft whisper broke the silence in her direction, always unheard.