i'm jealous.
of something i don't understand.
i think it's a four letter word,
prefaced by years, neigh
millenia of severe hatred,
something i also don't understand.
because when i see your hands
reach towards each other
in the television illuminated night
my bitterness breaks in comparison
to something so beautiful.
take that split second still longer,
and it makes me feel like an outsider.
i wish i could comprehend the abstract,
rationalize it all,
so that when i see you with each other
my mind fascinates with each individual
facet the oddity of you all.
how rare, how bizarre, how amazing
that despite fear, there is still this thing.
i wonder why you two couldn't feel for me that way which makes
me stay to watch you uncomfortably,
but eventually
forces me to leave,
slamming doors as i go.
and while that time ticks on, i ask
why couldn't anyone feel that way about me?
but you two,
with two eyes
so transfixed
jump start
my dull existence.
go with god.
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