Jealous...
I'm jealous,
of how the sun can draw itself over his face so casually.
I'm jealous,
of how the heat can make him sweat,
and force him to remove his shirt.
I'm jealous,
of how the breeze runs through his hair,
so carefree.
I'm jealous,
of how the air gets to be so close to him,
like it's apart of him.
I'm jealous,
of the ground,
that gets to feel him with every step he takes.
I'm jealous,
of the rain,
how it drips from his fingertips,
and runs along his body so freely.
I'm jealous,
of the moon,
how it lights up his face,
and makes him more beautiful then ever.
