Jealous thoughts...

I have never been

the type

for jealousy.

The green eyed monster

is not a foe

I have battled before.

Maybe because

I'm too self-assured,

unthreatened,

maybe I'm too distracted

or I just don't care enough.

But for you, 

I am jealous.

I'm jealous of the sun

that lights up your face,

of the bedsheets

that caress your skin,

of the morning coffee

that dances on your tongue,

and of the friends

your heart welcomed in.

I'm jealous of the clothes

that cling to your body,

of the steering wheel

in your tightened grip,

of the cigarette

between your teeth,

and of the strangers

that bring a smile to your lips.

I am not

a jealous

person.

Yet,

you awaken

an emerald inferno

in me,

that I

never knew

existed,

and I

will never

extinguish.