Jealousy~

It was something that burned inside of me, sometimes it's the soft flicker of a candle and other times it is the roaring fire that destroys houses.

It burns in my heart, it cuts up my fingertips, and it tears up my stomach. It makes my hand tighten while holding the hand of my lover when around them.

My blood boils and freezes over, somehow, at the same time. 

I feel secure that even though they like my lover, that they are mine to love and cherish. Yet something inside of me still sets aflame. 

I remember being in that place and liking my lover before we were together and even then I would get jealous. 

And I completely understand why someone would like her because god I liked her so much, now that's moved on from love to being in love and now she's my future.

I guess I get so jealous because what if someone tries to take my future.