Jealousy – a poem

I am jealous of your favourite shirt that gently hugs you tight, when I can’t.

I am jealous of the shielding blanket that keeps you warm at night, when I can’t.

I am jealous of the water that satisfies your thirst, when I can’t.

I am jealous of the hard liquor that drives your taste-buds insane, when I can’t.

I am jealous of the cigarette that repeatedly touches your soft lips, when I can’t.

I am jealous of the sun-rays that stroke your silky skin, when I can’t.

I am jealous of everything your fingertips touch, because you can’t touch me.

Author: irinaiacob

I am a journalist from Bucharest, Romania, currently trying my luck in London. I believe that "knowledge is power but enthusiasm pulls the switch." I have a passion for filming and editing photos and videos. I always write with a cup of coffee in my hand.

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