Jealousy and Justice
I don’t get jealous.
kiss me like you’d kiss her arms tight lips warm watching as something that’s supposed to be only for me is shared with someone else her face god I hate her face
I get possessive, yes.
I get angry, yes.
smug little look my way because she knows that she’s gotten to me knows that her hands are soft instead of hard and worn and her body is perfect and she’s taken something of mine
But I always even things out in the end.
gun to her husband’s head, and she says half of it allowed, that I love him, and that’s enough
Always.
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