I shouldn’t do this, to me, to you, it is cruel, and I am selfish, to try to fulfill my wish, but is it truly a sin, to act when I know I’ll always win, and you’ll let me come closer, to lean my head against your shoulder?

I can’t escape the deep ache in my chest, When I look at you and only see, Where her lips had been pressed, Against yours, Just the night before. I sit on the edge of your bed, Trying to study and not think about, How this was where you took her over the edge, On two different nights before. You want me around but don’t want to admit, You feel different when it’s me that you’re with. And I should feel so angry but truthfully, All I am is upset and tired, That what I am is never enough, Never wanted nor desired. And I wish I could do what would fill you with jealousy, Make you realise and finally see, But how? When even a simple kiss, Means something to me.