She sits there, alone,
Wondering when to strike,
Seemingly content.Poison running through my veins.
She chooses the right moment,
Preparing to move in for the attack.
Coy, playful, innocent.
Then she strikes.
The venom flows from her fangs.
Her kindness takes hold.
You feel yourself melting in her warmth.
And then, you become enamored with her
Can't take your eyes off her
And leave me, ugly, alone.
Constantly compared to her,
Never fully loved by you,
I sit idly and watch;
Jealousy.
Written December 14, 2007
