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Jace Kassem Aug 2016
Do you ever get that feeling
Like you're being left behind?
Like your friend is out there
Making friends with everyone he can find?
Well I made him who he is
Maybe not literally
But he's met them because of me
I caused my own agony
My own friend
My crush
Crushed my soul, once was so lush
He used to talk to me every day
Now, it's not even close to this way
We're drifting apart and he doesn't mind
He has new friends
I'm left behind
And he's friends with everyone he can find.
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I envy how much I love you?*
& so much wish I were loved
that much too.?
beth fwoah dream Jul 2016
ocean, song of a dark
night, me so jealous
i weep.
Oskar Erikson Jun 2016
Jealousy.
not unlike venom,
is injected.

not ingested.

So perhaps the moment you stop;
this self-induced
grief produced
knife seducing
Dream.
Searching for another direct vein
will suddenly send you
Insane.
Ma Cherie Jun 2016
I really don't understand
What you're saying
what they are saying
what anyone is saying
but I think I'm going to just listen

I keep trying to figure it out
but it seems kind of elusive these days
the sky moves quick from Blue to Grey

It's hard for me to understand the motives in your head
I keep repeating what you said
and...I really don't know why you'd say something like that
or do something like that
or even be like that...

Is this some kind of contest?
Am I in some kind of War?
Did I hurt you in some way
or someone else you loved before?

Are you jealous of me at all?
I really think that might be at the root
I'm not trying to make my horn toot
I mean... that is unless you're all in collusion against me?

Even if I apply Occam's razor and break this stuff down
and make it bleed
I'll see what I can see

But you know I've got these limitations
so it'd be really great
Stop your hate
if you could just cut me some
slack Jack
  
....then I'm sure we'll all get along just fine.

All Rights Reserved © Cherie Nolan 2016
Feeling a bit downhearted and misunderstood.... not about me in particular or anyone else  and this is a little on the extreme side but still putting it out as it comes. Thanks
I know I don't have the right to be jealous

You're not even mine...
Lost May 2016
I wish he'd write a poem about me.
There's a millions of people who might,
but he's the only one I want to.
Why?
I don't know..
Maybe I like him,
maybe I'm just pathetic.
Maybe I'm just lonely.
Maybe he's the only guy who's been kind to me.
Maybe I just get too jealous.
I think I'm special,
but I'm really not.
Whoever he's in love with,
I hope she's better for him than I'd ever be.
I'm just too jealous of a person.
I just want someone to love me.




*I'm so pathetic
I'm sorry..
julia Apr 2016
i think i miss leah.
it makes me feel like crap.
i think i want the all nighters back,
the sandwiches and the mattress on the ground.
i think i want the cat-dog days back,
the days before boyfriends back.
maybe i'm going crazy,
i think i keep it in,
i think i think i don't.
i think i miss leah.
this is about my ex-best friend. i thought i was against her, but i came to a realization today, that maybe, i'm not.
"you don't know what you've got till it's gone"
Àŧùl Apr 2016
How they wield horrible envy,
Crawling its way onto my veins,
Grab my neck by means envious.
Schadenfreude:
A German origin word meaning 'harm joy' literally.
It means 'pleasure derived by someone from another person's misfortune.'

And I'm dealing with it for many years now.

My HP Poem #1067
©Atul Kaushal
Julie Apr 2016
You will be okay.
...
The world isn't jealous of everyone, but you.
Under its golden crown, it expulses you from happiness.
You have found cell bars hiding you away from the plastic people
who haven't discovered that their hinges are coming loose.

The world isn't afraid of everyone, but you.
Under its golden crown, you aren't there.
The world thinks it has buried you
but the hinges are coming off.

The world is absolute,
flourishing massacres with its sharp tongue.
It explodes our rights, masking them like supernovas;
something needed for life to continue.

You'll be okay. Don't let them take you down.
Up above, in the skies far from Earth, there is a crown.
This one isn't golden, silver, blue or green.
It is our minds.

You'll be okay. I promise you.
Take back your thousand suns and be happy.
Knock the crown off the world's head and
claim the one hidden amidst the clouds.

Take it back. For you. For me. For everyone.
Retrieve our minds.
Once upon a revolution.
...
You'll be okay.
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