Saturday, November 14

it starts as a gentle tug, just once or twice before becoming a distinct pulling sensation behind the navel. a persistent urge tugging away like a young child at their mother's sleeve when they see something they really want. sometimes it's sporadic and sometimes it carries an unnerving regularity. i really don't know how it works or why it upsets me so, i'm not the jealous type. but i can't deny getting spitefully solemn when i notice you checking out guys. it just makes me feel so angry and pathetic that all i can do and all i'll ever be able to do is scream desperations inside my head...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Some of your writing here is really interesting. Have you considered getting poetry published? :-)

9:08 am, July 09, 2010  
Blogger Sandy said...

Jealousy means love

6:12 am, November 04, 2010  

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