Jealousy is a mysterious woman. She is my love, and she is my enemy.
She makes me lust, she makes me yell, she makes me lie, she makes me not want to live anymore.
She makes me want to scream out to the dark and dreaded night,
Make it stop so I can love again!
But then again love is what got me to this place of unsure agony.
It rains and I think,
The rain drops flip and fall down upon my face,
Lingering on my cheek like a tear.
I cannot help my pain, and so I say goodnight.
GK
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