I felt a stab of jealousy

When I gazed upon your petite frame

As the cold seeped through my veins

I looked up to the heavens with a million questions

Questioning the bane of my existence

With tears in my eyes

As your beauty clouds my vision

Seeing as I'm marred with imperfections

Is it a crime to wish to be better than thou

Maybe it is indeed

To idolize an enigma of perfection

Blind to your flaws and subtle blemish

Looking in the mirror

As my reflection silently berates me for my stupidity.

Too far gone in my own foolishness

Be it worthlessness or low self worth

I couldn't place

But it had eaten deep

Tearing down my...