I always thought
I was allergic to jealousy…
Not getting the point
of the useless emotion.
Wasn’t it? Pointless,
to doubt if you trusted?
But you made me your apprentice,
and taught me against my very will…
To envy others, some
I didn’t even know.
And you fed my
newborn, growing jealousy…
Nurtured it, watered it
with thoughts of others
getting the best of you…
instead of me.
You would have grinned,
had you known…
How new that feeling was
to me.