I'm jealous of the rain, that falls upon your skin. It's closer than my hands have been. I'm jealous of the wind, that ripples through your clothes it's closer than your shadow. Cause I wished you the best of all this world could give. I'm jealous of the nights that I don't spend with you, I'm wondering who you lay next to. I'm jealous of the love, love that was in here, gone for someone new, as I sit here reminiscent of the haunting memories of you. I'm jealous of the sunrays that makes you radiant and beautiful to behold. Yet, I admire that beauty till the time I grow old. I'm jealous of the way your smile is no longer mine. It belongs to someone who I hope respects you all the time. I'm jealous of the pillow that gives your head comfort while you rest. While I lay in an empty bed and bare chest, without your head upon it to be placed. I'm jealous of your mirror that sees your reflection all the time. Your make-up wasn't alot, but I wish I could stare at you till you ask me what? And I look away always smiling and hurt. I'm jealous of your comb that brushes through your hair. As my fingers once did when I was there. I'm jealous of his hands that get to touch your face. I used to do so after our warm embrace. I'm jealous of your lips that speak volumes of wisdom all the same. Yet, they don't bear my name. I'm jealous of your ears that listen and eve's drop on the conversation of a few. But will never again get to hear me say I love you. I'm jealous of the ring you wear upon your finger. You used to fit your fingers in between mine when we were on the right track. Alas! I was young, stupid and wisdom I did lack. But when I left you and let you go I always thought you'd come back, and tell me, that all you found was heartbreak and misery. And today, its hard for me to say this so free, I'm jealous of the fact that your happy without me.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
I'm jealous
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