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It really is.

The green eyed monster
Gripping me making me
Who I don't want
To be.
Tighter, reasonless--
Cold.
No listening
No waiting for
Truth;facts to be told.

Jealousy is eating me
I fear it will
Push my love away.
What would I do?
My fault
My world would end
Nothing to live for
No reason
To stay.

Hun, logic aint my strong point
Fear is my main trait
But one thing you DO
do for me,
Is put my messed up head
On straight.

Who knows what comes next?
I know my mind sees all but good.
But as long as I have you,
All is as it should.





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