I’m trapped inside a prison
a prison of the brightest blue
the bars are all thin as lashes
lashes shimmering with dew

Jealousy, my only companion
keeps whispering in my ear
“why does she belong to him?”
always praying on my fear

I compose myself then answer
“I just fucked up to many times”
Jealousy chuckles as he says
“Let’s take a look at your crimes.”

“You always took for granted,
the good things that you had
after just a few months of her
you deemed life couldn’t get bad”

“You never let her know just
how much to you she meant
You would never compromise
while for you she always bent.”

“Stop, stop, for the love of God”
I fall to my knees and scream
“please, please begone foul specter
and let me wake from this dream.”

“The Dream is now two years gone”
replies the foul visage of jealousy
“no amount of tears will bring it back
nor will begging on bended knee.”

And so always remember my tale
of love won and love lost
never fall into prisons of blue
without knowing failure’s cost


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Glacian, in the year 416 AF.