Pure Envy

A Poem

Photo by Raphael Lovaski on Unsplash

did I dream you real?
or was that just another trick
in this plan of yours
to make me fall hard and fast?

oh, wait, that’s not me —
the girl on your arm —
but she has starry eyes
just like I would.

and the lie is so much better
because telling myself
you would want me
is a kind delusion.

green eyes, green light,
green as dark as envy —
now we’re getting somewhere
if I’m being honest.

you hold her hand,
and I pine so hard
just like all the girls
who wish they were her.

and then you’re smiling —
so sweet, so fleeting,
as if you’re a daydream
that will disappear at sunrise.

did we have a chance
in another life,
or did I tell myself
another passing tale?