Jealous

No right to be jealous but I am
You aren’t mine
Not mine in the way I want you to be mine
Not mine, blood and bone
Not mine, whip and roan
Not mine but I want to know what you are doing all the time
Not mine but I’m jealous of anyone spending time with you

But the odd thing is that if you were mine
I’d not be jealous
I’d know you were coming home to me

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