Oh, how I wish I could be better.
how I wish I wouldn't get jealous
or sad
or angry
when I see you talking to them.
Yet I'm just wired this way, made to
break at the slightly movement.
I shatter at your words and
I wish I wouldn't.

I just can't stand it,
the way you lean towards them,
the way you giggle at their words,
things you never do for me.

Maybe I just can't believe you'd love me,
of all people.
Yet my thoughts are still spiraling and you
are still moving away.
Tears spill from my...