Some Sort Of Jealous Poem by Moffat Mbuzi

I hate it
And I will say that again
Because I hate it when I am hurt
I Love you without him
All the smile he infects you with
Only pokes my heart


I hate it
That he spotted you first
I hate it that he makes you smile
I love you only without him
My heart bleeds in torment


I hate it
That I wish to hurt him
Because he is that which you love
I would not wish to hurt
But I hate it


My heart is stuck on you
And so is your heart stuck on him
I hate him because you love him
And I am hurt because I will not win your heart


I hate it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !