So much time
We could have of you and me.
If only it was made a priority.
My heart feels split in two
And I never know what is the right thing to do.
What makes you happy
Is to not have time with me.
And my resentment grows.
I de velop jealousy .
I'm not good enough it seems.
I'm angry
I'm hurt.
I never learn
I always get burnt.
Image credit to Benjamin Israel Robinson