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

My name is Irina, born and raised in Bucharest, Romania, currently chasing my dreams in London, United Kingdom. I first smiled on 23 October 1997 and I have done so since. In 2016, I wanted to create a blog to have an outlet for my creativity – a safe space where I could express myself and talk about subjects I am passionate about – beauty, fashion, lifestyle. I find inspiration in the little things and I always write with a cup of coffee next to me.

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