“Your name is Jealous”

I call to you and desire to be with you, but I also disregard you and search elsewhere.

How you must ache,

sitting in that discontentment and longing for me too,

just to sit with you and spend some time.

But it’s as though I don’t grasp how I arouse your love and your jealousy for me,

and so I should be careful what I wish for I suppose.

Because the things that receive my devotion and time and affection could easily be snatched away.

And so when I’d call to you and seek your attention, I wouldn’t forget you so easily anymore and look somewhere else.

And dare I say it:

Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

And rightfully so.

For your name is Jealous.