I am jealous of what's not mine
Not angry, not upset
Jealous, a peaceful jealousy
One that does not lash out
And cause physical and mental damage
Jealous my hand is not in your hand
Jealous my arms are not around your waist
Jealous my lips do not touch your lips
Jealous my eyes do not wake up to your eyes
Jealous that you are not mine
I want you to be mine
But I will accept that you're happy with him
And that I am simply fine with it