The poem of Jealousy.
Jealousy is the feeling of the big green monster.
Jealousy is made of –
The eyes of demons sent from the myths of hell,
The sharp tang of a freshly opened bag of Sour patch,
The piercing pain of nettles brushing your ankle,
The dark smudge of gooey chocolate dripping from your chin
And lost friendships, known to be dead but really still alive.
I found it –
In my first sip of my tangy lemonade,
Inside my friend’s eyes as they flared when I hugged my best friend,
Locked inside the soul of the homeless person I strolled past by the co-op,
As I took a bite of my dripping s’mores, strangers somehow glaring,
I could taste the jealousy on my tongue, burning and tickling and forcing me to feel… wrong.
Jealousy can –
Spoil friendships, ripping them apart,
It can tug at heartstrings, ruining a life of love,
It can last a lifetime, in your head always chanting ‘I want that’,
But worst of all,
It can steal you from your loved ones and your family.
If I lost jealousy,
Life would be like surfing a wave, stress-free and as easy as gliding along a shoreline.