I Don't Get Jealous

Pain and anger, fear, disdain,
Broken fragments, of rotting brain,
Shattered glass and anguished tears,
Jealous eyes and held back fears,
Knowledge that, your breath is sacred,
Inept lies and your manufactured,
Seperated by a line of division, but it’s his decision,
When saying I’m pretty, you’re only teasing
Coz’ you’re more than that, you’re aesthetically pleasing,
There’s nothing I look forward to more,
Than the day that you get shown the door,
The rest of my life, there’s nothing to gain
This is what I invisage, each time he mentions your name.

- Melissa Vowell

I Don't Get Jealous

Melissa Vowell

Slacks Creek, Australia

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