08/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
You steal the time I should have
Sitting by his side.
He laps up your attention but
It eats away at my pride.
I see how he looks at you –
I should be the object of his gaze.
He hangs off every word of yours
As if a magical turn of phrase.
Your touch lingers on his arm
But he doesn’t pull away.
I want to yell and scream for it to stop
But there’s nothing I can say.
His prime but a memory,
He is entranced by your youth.
You play to his maturity –
Men your own age so uncouth.
I want to scrub his mind of your visage,
Replace it with my own;
Tell him of how I feel,
How the love I have has grown.
But would I admit this feeling,
This green-eyed monster in me,
That claws at my heart strings
And is clear for all to see?
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