JEALOUS

In the words of Michael Jackson, I perch at the corner of my lonely bed and sing “Another day has gone. I'm still all alone. How could this be that you're not here with me? You never said goodbye. Someone tell me why: Did you have to go and leave my world so cold? Everyday, I sit and ask myself: How did love slip away?”

After I drop down from my “thought-ride” and notice, all I had been doing for hours was thinking about you, I look back at my distressed self and as Labrinth will put it, admit to myself shamefully, “Well, ‘It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way… You're happy without me’”.

I asked whether you were always going to be there for me and you said “Yes”. It didn’t take a long time for you to find someone else. Now, all the memories of me in your brain seem to have faded already. What about the late nights we stayed up together; the sunsets we enjoyed; the kiss you accidentally planted on my lips and the secrets we shared? 

I can’t say I want you now after letting you slide away so easily; can’t see myself drown in the warmth of your arms anymore; can’t laugh with you now like I used to because you’ve finally found someone to be jealous over you. I know I don’t matter anymore but I’m happy you are happy. Yet, I can’t hide the fact that, “I'm jealous of the way… You're happy without me”

I don’t intend to talk about my broken heart or any disappointment but a broken love on the bridge of a relationship that never existed. Nothing, in the department of love, hurts more than knowing you could be with someone and yet, letting him go for other reasons.

You were my back up plan for tomorrow: How selfish! I’ve got to say goodbye because now, you get to love again: this time, your love is too far from near. Holding it in me does me no good. To be fair, I’m off to find someone new. Just know that “I'm jealous of the way… You're happy without me”