Her Name is Jealousy

Eleven o'clock —he's in my restless mind. 
Lately, I discover I'm into him. 
I never imagine this would be a sin—
He said there's a girl he owns. 
Her name is jealousy.

All eyes mesmerize her charms. 
She's the brightest girl he ever meet. 
It's magical when she flips her hair stunning right next to him. 
Her name is jealousy.

In his wall, I saw her name together with the word relationship. 
I keep on stalking their photos—it hurts me like hell. 
I want to cry but he's not mine. 
He belong to someone else. 
Her name is jealousy.

I close the tab which shows his name. 
I begin to scream wishing to win this game. 
A lonely game called love—which I failed
There's just a name who won. 
Her name is jealousy.

This night—This moment—This time 
I am painfully wishing to stars to make everything change. 
To create a difference—to switch my name and her. 
I can proudly say—I am jealousy. 

P.S.
I hope he would never see this. If that happens, It's friendship over. He said I belong to someone who deserves me and the one which I deserve. Sadly, I wish it is him.

He said, "Kapag lagi mo siyang naaalala kahit wala lang. Kapag palagi mo siyang naiisip kahit wala lang. Kapag nag aalala ka sa kanya dahil wala lang. Iba na yan." He's my own version of it. I don't know how but he always coming to my mind, most of the time, in the middle of the night.

He can't be mine. He belongs to someone named jealousy.