Without Me

23 July 2015 at 18:58 (Artwork, Random Randomness)

jealous
I’m jealous of your clothes, because they feel your warmth every day. I’m jealous of your bed that gets to spend each night with you. I’m jealous of everyone who gets to hear your voice. I’m jealous of every single goddamn person who walks past you on the street, who could reach out and touch you, if only they knew, but I can’t even reach you.

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