You with Him

a poem of jealousy

i see you, with him

while im here, on a limb

you smile, when he's with you

i cry, not knowing what to do

out on dates, you two go

im alone, what do you know

gifts to give, presents a plenty

none for me, you get many

holidays, spent with your lover

spent alone, ill get another

you seem so happy, by his side

i say im happy, but i lied

it seems eternal, your love he gets

can i have some? not yet

but you with me, i desire

my love for you will not tire

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