Jealousy

I’m jealous of the way your comb brushes through your hair.

I’m jealous of the way the water hugs your hips as the sun kisses your body.

I’m jealous of the way your uniform looks so good comforting you while you wear it.

But I hate those boots.

Because I will be home praying everyday that you will return to me in one piece.

Is it no surprise?

I’m in love with you.

I’m just really jealous; of the way you hold her to your chest,

I’m jealous of the way you look at her,

I’m jealous of the way you touch her.

I’m jealous of the way she touches you.

For all I know, she could’ve been me.

But I am jealous Schroeder.

I’m jealous of the way you could just fuck her;

And sniff her hair.