envy is no good.

It’s odd
How I am jealous
Of a simple interaction
It’s odd
How I’m protective
Over a one way love

When I see her standing
So presently fictitious
My chest beats faster
And my mind flies

It’s odd
Her shining armoured love
Stays and talks too long

He’s good, I guess
We respect one another
And yet he takes what I want

Anger flies in the oddest ways
Strung between burning insanity
And cold water love


©Dawson Lehmann



About dawsoleh

poet. writer. student. hipster. cowboy. friend.
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