Jealousy
Boiling
Roiling
Hot in my head.

Spoiling life
Toiling
Rife with it
And I don’t even feel bad.

I should feel good
For you, of course.

But dreams that slip
So quickly and easily
Into another person’s mouth
Hurt. To. Lose.

We were both at the tit!
Both at the spring,
Souls cracked open
Receiving. Chosen.

I did it all “right”
Alright.
So what?

Just because you think
You deserve it
Doesn’t mean
you do.

Your success is mine,
Somehow.
But right now,
It feels like it was mine.

Go back to the spring.
Go back to the beginning.
Go crack your soul open.
Go receive.
Go. Be. Chosen.