I am EnvyI am Envy.
I see the happiness, the way you speak to him. I hear the concern in your voice for his every yawn or whimper. I know the way he makes you feel, the way you smile for him. The way you take his words as truth. I cant be happy for you. You are mine; but I cant make you feel the same. The way you feel for him, the way you used to feel for me.
I am Envy.
I know my position. You told me where I stand. Yet, I cant stand the thought of you wandering. All the love, all the tears, all the sleepless nights where we needed nor wanted nobody else but each other. All the times we wrote text more beautiful than our own lives were combined. All the work I did for you, and I cant stand the thought of not having you for my own. Not having the chance to hold you the way I want to. The way I curse your pain's name for doing all he did, and having the ability to cut you out as if you were your namesake. I resent him, I resent you. Still, I stand obediently at your side, waiting.
I am Envy.
GoodbyeIf your ears could hear these words
and your heart could feel the same
maybe it would give you another reason
to never leave again
The boys always hurt you
yet i'm the one you cry to
if only I had told you
those hugs were more than comfort
If only I had told you
how beautiful i really think you are
if only i had been given the chance
to glance my fingertips over every
graceful, flawless curve
move the tendrils of hair
away from those ocean eyes
and gently touch my lips to yours
Instead, these lips are forced to tell you goodbye.