never my turn

Jealousy lives within me
I have no problem admitting that
But I’ve never been the type to
Be jealous over tangible things
I’ve might have seen something
That someone else has
And thought to myself
Wow, that’s nice
But I’ve never lost sleep over it
I get jealous
Over my heart
I wonder why them and not me
I get jealous when I know
For a fact that
The other person is not half
Or even the quarter the woman that I am
I get jealous even after their done with them
But they still have left their mark
I get jealous when I think about what she had
And what she did not appreciate
Or know how to keep
I get jealous because I know
Had it been me
Things would have ended up differently for you
I get jealous because I think
That she’ll always have you in a way that
I won’t be able to…