Vent poem : p

Your mind will never be mine exclusive domain,

And I despise that I desperately wish it were.

Your affection is never just mine alone,

And I loathe the fact that I crave it to be that way.

My jealousy flares up when others catch your gaze,

And I am sickened by the desire to possess you.

Even though I know the truth and that I cannot make your heart belong to me and me alone,

I still long for that fantasy to become real.