Friday, August 5, 2016


I've tasted jealousy
It burnt like acid
Sliding down my throat
I know this feeling
When it nestles into a hole in me
Planting its roots deep within
I know the way it feels
When it kicks me to the ground
Winning the boxing match
I've tasted jealousy
And it looks a lot like the sangria you drank on a beach in Mexico with her
Or the sand on the beach in Florida
Or the shelves in the closet where your clothes hang
I've tasted jealousy
And it tastes like my morning cup of coffee

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