The innocence of your action struck me
Gutted me right in the chest
You are a child so pure, love comes natural
You did it to hurt me…didn’t you…unless
I have not healed my inner little girl
She’s the one who got jealous
When you ran to someone other than me
My love for you grew cold, no longer zealous
And why when she swept you up
in her arms you came alive
Yet in my embrace you put up a fight
in my bosom you come to die
Will she love you the way I have
and bathe the filth off you
Am I seeing green because
being envious makes me blue?