I’m jealous of the last thing that gets to touch you at night, your smooth skin and soft lips. Your eyes so godly beautiful, you stop my heart beat with just a glance. You can make someone fall in love with just a touch of a hand. I’m jealous that you can go through your day and know your wanted by so many, so many that don’t deserve you. Most of all i’m jealous that I can’t call you mine.

—Donald