Jealousy
I've heard jealousy be called many things. The Green Eyed Monster. Green with envy. However, when I get jealous, I see red. Anger explodes inside of me and it's hot, bright, vibrant, and dangerous. And I am feeling dangerous tonight.
I pace restlessly in the small room like a tiger in a cage. I can't wait to pounce. My jaw is clenched and my shoulders are tense.
This is a little game we play. She goes out, probably to a bar or a club, and comes back in the early hours of the morning. She knows I'll be waiting. I try to imagine what she is doing there in the dark, smokey atmosphere. It doesn't matter. I can't think straight anymore.
She knows that as soon as she walks through that door, she's mine. And she knows that I'll be unhinged.
But she likes it when I am dangerous.
I pace restlessly in the small room like a tiger in a cage. I can't wait to pounce. My jaw is clenched and my shoulders are tense.
This is a little game we play. She goes out, probably to a bar or a club, and comes back in the early hours of the morning. She knows I'll be waiting. I try to imagine what she is doing there in the dark, smokey atmosphere. It doesn't matter. I can't think straight anymore.
She knows that as soon as she walks through that door, she's mine. And she knows that I'll be unhinged.
But she likes it when I am dangerous.