Jealousy

She scans him

She talks about him

She gets to his hair

And his eyes

And his lips

But looks at them

Like they're

Her hair

And her eyes

And her lips

She's so greedy

Like she can't share

When was he hers?

He's mine for now

He loves me

Okay?

So if anything,

It's my hair

And my eyes

And my lips

End of discussion.

This poem is about: 
Me

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