Here I fucking sit. Confusingly jealous. Heartbreakingly overzealous. You say you had sex with her. Was she anything like me? Kinda pretty, a little smart, maybe a bit funny? Was she someone you knew? Or just another Tinder fuck? I'm sitting here mad at myself. Thinking "Why do I even give a fuck'? I shouldn't be this selfish. I know you're not mine. I can't give you that label. But you're consuming my mind. But I do as I shouldn't. Because you're you and it's me, So now I'll sit here all jealous, Wondering who she could be.
Anonymously Hal 
You’re poems are so dope
LikeLike
Your
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks! You’re dope too đ
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have a big heart đ.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Too big lol â¤ď¸
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha đ don’t be silly! Better too big than too small đ.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s what she said đ
LikeLike