Welp, this is it

I am not a jealous person

But God, am I jealous with you

I am jealous of the barista who gets to hear your voice every morning

Of the door handles that feel your grip and hold your hand

I am jealous of the strangers who get to see your smile as you pass by

Of the blankets that hold you all night long

I am jealous of the lipgloss that tastes your lips every day

Of the sunlight peaking through your window every morning to kiss your skin

I am jealous of the tears that brush your cheek and caress your face

Of the tissues that catch those falling tears

I am jealous of the pillow that holds your head every night and listens to your dreams

Most of all…

I am jealous of her

Of the girl who holds your heart