His Name is Jealousy

My Darkness Has Many Names

He is charismatic,
To be sure.
His thoughts unwinding
Essence pure.

Every bit
Is a little more
As he works at my mind
Making it sore.

He conjures
And smashes
With dark hungry
And speaks a wicked

Emerald is his
Favorite color,
So I call him out
By name.

Harken here
You hollow wretch
My words summon thee,

I know your tongue
I wrote the rules,
Your name is Jealousy.

And thus began
my talk with him,
As pink excitement
met with grin.

I asked him:

I’ve seen the lesser emotions salute you, why?

Because I have what they do not.

And what is that?

Everything they don’t.

And you make them want it by showing them what they don’t have?


And why do you do it?

He paused for a moment and thought.

Because they have something I do not, and I want it.

And what is that?

Their attention, of course.

And with that, I saluted him and thanked him for his time.

I haven’t seen him since.

© agod

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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