Jealousy

Black muck . . . oh it spills. 

It is tainted and marred as it spews forth venom,

and the tears flow. they flow from within;

like a festering disease the black muck bubbles.

the scar, fresh and raw;

pink and feverish it stands atop clean skin.

Itching, it is scratched but the pain is real;

leaving marks that can't be removed.

A stain in the soul, dark and hidden.

A memory, a thing of the past but it clings.

I look at the images and see her face,

tears, more tears and i feel it again.

Black, black, black muck.

It moves, its washes over me and I want to rip the page!

Rip it in half to hide her face!

But nothing can replace time that has already taken place. 

Nothing can replace all the mistakes made.

In the black mud, in the murky water.

In all the feelings that i feel, i see something worth holding.

I see you and know that i have it all. Yet,

there was a thief in the night; creeping in the dark.

safety lost, light a dim glimmer

stolen. It was stolen. Something so precious

It's value, it's value untold.

The black muck resurfaces; moving, moving. 

A small child wanting, desiring what is off limits

Her face runs through my mind and,

the muck in all it darkness gets warm and gooey.

tears, tears.

there aren't enough to cover this

there aren't enough to reclaim this precious stone

it's luster, its beauty was priceless

I wish, I wish.