Jealousy can do so much.

Make you feel so much,

Jealousy is too much.

I feel it all,

The rush, the heat, the ice, the feeling you get in the bed sheets.

All of it! Alone they are controllable,

Almost blissful.

But combined? They are messing with my mind!

Oh, how I wish I could just rewind.

To the days where jealousy was just a silly pass time.

Turning green wasn't a disease,

It was as easy as a cool breeze.

Nothing mean, no association with Charlie Sheen.

I was fine,

But now I'm confined,

To long nights of tossing and turning.

Throwing rocks down the wishing well.

Hoping for a time to get everything replaced.

So I don't have to feel this empty ache.