Jealous Poem by Hannah Comedido

Pulsating jealousy, i guess that's what you call it
like trying to get rid of something unpleasant, you sweat, your heart beats
triple than usual.
A sudden moodswing from being ecstatic to extreme loathe
in between relief and nausea
become irrational for a moment and then laugh the next.
Then here comes denial, trying to consume jealousy but not completely,
its beautiful, and then you yearn for more.
It excites the imagination
you picture a scene, like moving flowers in a dark background
and then you rip it apart, roughly til nothing is left not even a single root,
all gone, swallowed.