I'm jealous of the rain that hits your window
I'm jealous of the sky above you
I'm jealous of the footprints you leave behind
I'm jealous of the light prying it's way into your mornings
I'm jealous of all the little happenings nobody sees
Because they are closer to you than I'll ever be again
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts