Jealous

a poem about jealousy

I restrain visible jealously, hurting you would be too easy,
Holding back, never wanting to be your enemy,
Aware your ego would always recall,
my spiteful, bitter words of envy.
Your honesty has already erected a wall.

Helplessly distressed by possible impulse,
I admit I'd be less agitated,
if your taste wasn't the absolute worst.
How can you be so captivated, so fixated,
on someone so bland.
yearning to be something so different than me unplanned,
Honey-blonde hair to me is now damned.