Jealousy

Something uncontrollable

Something that we need

Something we like to feed off of

But only those we plead

The ones that have our hearts

The ones that break our souls

The ones that play our minds

And the ones who have control

You know you have control

You choose to play and go

You know i feel this way

So why are you the same way

Your nice and then your mean

You say things and you dont think

I’d rather you desert me than to have you in my dreams

I try to get over you

And you say something like you always do

But i’m done with all your games

Go find another slave

-Kriesha Calderon