Maybe...or Maybe Not

Am I angry?

No, that can't be it.

Am I jealous?

Yes and no. Actually, yes, but not in the way you're thinking of.

Am I sad?

No, I got over that a long time ago.



So what is it?

Aah, I know. I'm frustrated. I'm annoyed. I'm...possessive.

I keep thinking I own you. That I am the original owner and will therefore always have a special sort of hold on you that no one can explain. Yes, I am irrational like that. But you have moved on. Totally. Completely. Without my say. You are footloose and fancy-free while I am still stuck in my dark little corner, so far down under I can't see anything to save my life.







So can you blame me?

Really, tell me.