You.
Of how brightly you shone, blazed my eyes.
Of the colors you spread, shamed my glaze.
Of the connection you had, demeaned my ties.
Of the compassion you showed, shattered my pride.
Whenever asked, I say I don't get jealous.
And without realizing, I practiced it forever.
But when I realized it, it wasn't towards you,
But of the people you had, to rely onto.
Of the ears that heard all your distress calls,
Of the hands you held, when things went wrong,
And the chests that buried the sound of your cries,
And the shoulders where you rested your tired eyes.
Yes, I saw it all.
Yes, I clenched my jaws.
For all those you sought,
I wish I could replace them all.
But I say, I don't get jealous.
Cause I'm farsighted?! And wise?!
I see the relief and tranquility,
You achieved in your ties.
I'm satisfied to see you happy, to see you well.
But I fear something more grave, more of a threat,
That you'll find someone you could never forget.
His words that will mend your wounded soul,
His quirks that you just won't get enough of.
Jouskas about him will give you stomach butterflies,
His touch will keep you up all night.
And if you have already found him,
I'm jealous.
I want it to be me.
But more than that, I'm afraid,
That I will lose you forever.
Even as a friend.