Petty jealousy takes over me
Every once in a while.
Which leads to ignored phone calls
And late, curt texts,
I try not to let jealousy take over me,
But every so often it crawls up my throat.
And clings to my tongue,
So I bite it back.
And you think my silence is denial.
But I'm trying to calm my boiling blood.
Before I spit out profanities,
I try to force it down my throat.
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
