The itch is driving in too deep.
Where tranquility refuses to keep.
I`m screaming, I`m burning,
And on the inside, I`m churning.
Taken down in this firestorm
A pent up fury, desire-born.
His breath, so sweet, fills her air.
Runs his fingers through her hair.
It`s not my skin receiving his touch,
Even though it craves him way too much.
Envy has burrowed a home in my head.
Famished, it waits to be memory-fed.
Virtue and patience have dropped to the floor
Now the yearning`s igniting me to the core.
I don`t think I can take another night
Of pretending it’s me he`s embracing so tight.
But she can`t love him as true as I can.
I hate this wanting what I can`t have.
Sometimes you just have to bite the bullet - so they say, or grin and bare it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah Brandi, This is a grand poem indeed... superb descriptions and word use to detail how you are feeling, from the gut-wrenching and angry built up inside waiting to be unleashed. Great flow to this one as well. Nice written... the frustration is apparent here but the whole poem gels so well, and yes the wanting of someone you cannot have is bad, and can lead to bitterness and hostility towards the target. Envy in all its green might... The hulk springs out lol! You say at the end though that she can't love him as true as you can... is that what you are thinking, even though He is not your man... or isn't he? An little bit of respite on the something you can't have. The play on words is superb. A really good poem Brandi, and just think... it is his loss lol! Dale :)