I’m jealous of your wine shirt.
that hugs your chest like
tomorrow will never come.
That kisses the nape of your neck and hangs on to your muscled arms.
It has the privilege of lying on my dream pillow
I’m jealous of your blue slippers
that holds the feet I crave to kiss.
They protect the toes I wish to groom.
They go everywhere with you.
I’m jealous of your bag.
It hangs from your back the way I would want you to carry me after a day
on the beach.
Its arms curved perfectly around you.
I’m jealous of my friend.
You know her name and she can touch your chest like it means nothing.
You smile at her and I know she’s just a friend to you but I can’t help
the way I feel.
But of all the things I envy about you, your heart is what I envy most.
I envy how it can so easily cast mine aside without a second thought.
I envy how it never thinks of us. I envy how it never rethinks and
replays our brief moments together.
I envy most of all at its ability to remain deaf even though mine
screams “I love you.”
So for one brief moment, I want your heart- not as a lover but as a
wonderer- so I can understand what makes your heart as hard as diamond.
Then maybe I will stop thinking about what we could have been. Maybe I
would accept that there could never be an us.
But I sincerely doubt that I would give back your heart because I don’t
want the pain that comes with mine.
Poem by Philip Blessing Tarimoboere
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Awww. It’s so sad