The Jealousy

I am a jealous man now.

I have wicked intentions,
To kill that man.

So I am a jealous man,
Now.

How can I tell you how much I hate him?
He has everything I ever wanted.
He has that porcelain vase,
He has that beautiful mirror,
He has that ancient lamp,
He has that golden bowl.

He has everything I ever wanted.
He has her.

I look at them peeking through the door.
I find her sitting with him, laughing.
I see him making faces.
What a disgusting man! What a disgusting face!

What a disgusting heart.

But,
He has everything I ever wanted.

She talks with him, tells him,
About how old that lamp really is,
About how much she loves porcelain.
Why would anyone even like porcelain?
I would ask myself.
While peeking.

They never look at me.
All the nights they talk about their lives,
Exchanging ropes. I stay there.
But they never look at me.

I even screamed,
Then I cried to her,
"Come to me, he isn't worthy of you"

But she didn't look. She never does.

So today I stayed at home,
Searching for the ropes she gave that man.
And I found a few. Then a lot.

I found sketches and letters.
She would laugh at those sketches,
When that man gave it to her.
But the letters were soaked.
I couldn't read anymore.

I tried tearing them.
But these old papers are strong.
So I left them there.

I couldn't find the lamp though,
That irritates me a lot.
The room is already dark,
That lamp would had helped.

Then I found something.
Her photo with that man.
My soul burned looking at it,
How the man held her,
How careless he was.
She deserves so much better.

Frustrated,
Today I stayed home.

With the ropes I spend the night,
Planning the execution.

And when the night ended,
So did the man.

I was a jealous man,
Who had everything.
Then nothing.