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Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have known him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have loved him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have touched him
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have kissed him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have screwed him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have tasted him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have poisoned him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have broken him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that have hurt him.
Maybe I’m jealous of all the other people that remember him.
The people that go through his memories at night when he can’t sleep.
The people that flash back when a certain phrase is said, or a thing is done.
The people that, just for a moment, made him feel special.
The people that made him feel good about himself.
The people that left him shattered and broken when he became too much for them.
The people who held his heart in their hand, and decided they had the right to crush it when they became bored.
Maybe I’m jealous of them, because I’ll never have the ability to make him feel that way, no matter how hard I try.
But honey, when I stop being jealous, when I stop pushing you away, when I stop tearing you apart and breaking you down, when I stop fighting with you about the smallest things
That’s when you know I’m gone.
Just a memory.
Like all the others
I blend in with them, making a new girl jealous.
Jealous of how I made you feel.
Jealous of how I touched your body.
Jealous of how I manipulated your every thought, thinking it would make you love me.
Jealous of our love
Jealous of me
Jealous
Jealousy
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