the moon of you was jealous:
you could hide parts of yourself better than she ever did.
the asteroids of you were jealous:
you always seemed to have a purpose, not having to endlessly drift until eventually one lucky fella got knocked out of its orbit.
the planets of you were jealous:
you were equivalent to their sun barely having to move an inch, just standing still and radiating warmth and beauty, displayed high in the sky for the whole galaxy to see.
the stars of you were jealous:
the manner in which you never faded away, always stood your ground, was a talent
(for them it certainly was a challenge.)
but you, you were jealous of them for they were always together.
multiple, many, never all alone.
never all on their own.