Jealousy Monologue

October 7, 2013

Tossing, turning,

Sweating, burning.

Trapped in a slumber

that is not easily broken.

You haunt my dreams.

I see you,

Feel you,

Smell you . . .

But WHO are you?

Innocence in full bloom,

A heart that has not yet been broken -

One that is not afraid to love.

Running gracefully -

Floating, really -

Just beyond my reach.

Weary, I call out, asking you to stop.

However, a light-hearted laugh is your reply.

I stop but you continue.

Floating, laughing; golden hair dancing in your wake.

I am awakened, broken-hearted.

For I have fallen in love with you:

A simple idea.

A nonexistent entity of pure, untamed beauty.

Envy courses through my veins,

As an altered reality

taunts me with the concept of what I am not

And perhaps what I shall never be.

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