I Am

I am jealous.

Why does anyone romanticize this

I belive you to be to good for me

I belive you are the stars and galaxies

I am never violent or disrespectful when I am jealous

Its more of me getting carried away with my fears 

I fear you will realize how insignificant I am

Thing is, I do get jealous

I do get jealous and protective over you, wonder whos hitting you up

Jealousy is my inperfection, but no one could love you like I could

I am insecure; afraid to hurt; I have love and I have lost 

I am working on this

I am working on a better me; for you

This poem is about: 
Me

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