• It was a mean
    Selfish
    Vain
    Hope
    I knew all of that.
    But I continued to want
    That connection to break
    So mine would be stronger.
    I don't understand why.
    I mean
    I like her other friend.
    We are friends in a way ourselves.
    I'm glad she makes her happy.
    But I feel like I'm drifting
    Being tossed away like an old toy
    When in reality
    I'm tied to her side.
    It really is ironic
    When you become what you hate.
    I've always steered clear of companions
    That were out to steal me
    From others I keep close.
    Look at me now.
    I am one of those people.
    Jealousy
    Boils in my blood
    Whenever she tells me they are talking.
    I have no issue whatsoever
    With any of her other distant relationships
    Or the one she maintains
    A bit closer to home.
    I see no point
    To my bitterness towards this girl.
    I really do like her.
    She cheers my best friend
    Maybe more than I can comprehend.
    That's what stabs at me...
    I have to share.
    I really don't understand these thoughts
    Feelings.
    They seem so ridiculous.
    Yet I can't help but to think and feel them.