"Stop being jealous,"
The impossible demand
But I can't,
She's too beautiful and I worry that maybe he'll forget about me,
Maybe he wants someone sweeter,
A little more soft spoken,
Or someone with big brown eyes that you could melt into
Anyways, it's impossible
I glare each time her gaze lingers on him for longer than the conversation's length,
She shouldn't need to stare at him that long,
My eyes sting as a threat of tears when he smile more with her than he's ever smiled with me,
Jealous
I can't help but listen on ever little whisper,
Every glance he returns to her
He shouldn't be doing that with her,
It should be me who he looks forward to see
