On being jealous

I’ll dedicate my poem to the muse of my jealousy, which is a judgment cause I like it when you’re jealous, too

It’s a bad emotion, an odd position, and a poem, somehow, about love

…And judging people, for example when people label a person a liar, well who the fuck on earth doesn’t lie, if we didn’t we wouldn’t survive, so you’re judging what you do

But, I judge people too, so who am I to judge the people who judge others? But I still think we should understand that we all judge other people like other people do

Jealousy’s a really unhealthy emotion, I hate it, but I’d be lying as you know very well, you instigator, if I said I didnt feel it, out of love, too, and judged you

But I do!

We all feel these things and we all judge, so is there, really, in the human collective psyche ever going to be peace?

But in our inner conflict, do we not strive to communicate to another, like tonight – our insatiable jealousy?