Jealousy is not an option.

I've learned that the hard way.

Every time she approaches you,

I have the urge to look away,

And pretend she's not here.

I hate the way she stares at you,

Although you don't return the stare.

I hate the way she says your name,

Although you don't seem to care.

I don't think sharing is caring.

I don't want to share you.