Consuming force that makes your heart ache.
A storm of pain that takes over your soul.
You’re a walking ticking bomb ready to explode your pain any
minute.
You can’t stop crying nights in a row.
You can’t stand it when someone else is flirting with the one
you love.
When someone else is casually touching his hand.
When someone else is laughing at all his jokes.
When someone else is lingering around him.
When someone else is claiming him as their own.
You can’t stop hurting for him.
Pangs of jealousy stab your heart like poisoned arrows.
You’re jealous and your heart is bleeding.
You feel like jealousy defines you.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 46.