we don't want what we have
we want what the other one has
this paradox
never ending
the human frailty
it is puzzling to me
i know better than this
but yet, it still hurts
the jealousy stabs
reduces me to pettiness
dare i be happy with what i have?
because i cannot
i want
what she has
and she, ironically of course
wants my bits of pieces
of this strange life