I’m no thief of dreams

I have
In arms encircled
In promises bled
Known passion
Known love

Each time blue flame
Burns higher and higher
Each time, snuffed out

This jealousy of possession
Why allow it when
Love multiplies

Those who are free
Give freely
Those who are otherwise
I cannot take what is not given

Your only cause to fear
Look internal
I refuse to be the cause of love breaking

But I will, pick up my friend
Hold them cradled in my love
And whatever will be
Will be

Jealousy

I never counted myself a jealous man until I found relationships where my place was uncertain. I think some of the jealousy stems from wanting and not having.  I know if we’re physically intimate that when you are with anyone else you are going to have flashes, memories of me.  I am that confident in my abilities as a lover and a Top.

The other factor is that I am expecting at some point to hear what I would say.  Something along the lines of, “I’m here, I won’t abandon you.” I have real issues with being left.  Because of Morgan dying. I know she would have stayed if she could but we’re talking emotional states here.  It comes off as weakness, as not being confident.  Its not, but it is an issue I’m aware of.