Jealous One

She speaks when he's with her, smiling brightly
with batted eyes that linger as she passes by;
her accomplishments are similarly measured,
looking forward to the opportunity to raise
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She hopes to see her pull his coat tail, roll her eyes,
suck her teeth or ask, "Who is she?"...for she
knows that success in her trade can only be
measured by another's misery or unhappiness;
whether an old flame or a play thing on the side,
she is looking forward to the opportunity to raise
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She sends random messages, emails, text messages,
voice mails, letters, voice mails, etc., at inappropriate
times, purposefully, hoping to get a response that
will reveal that her master plan to separate two
love birds has worked; now she can move in for
some clean up duty...since she has raised the
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She puts down her so-called friends...critical, tactless
statements supported by the infamous justification of
being a good friend or refusing to lie or bite her tongue;
all the while she is wishing she had what her so-called
friends had, the guys the other girls had, the guys
she couldn't appreciate...because she has to raise the
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She seems to hate anyone that appears to be
enjoying life and life's treasured gifts,
anyone who has accomplished personal goals or
lives anywhere close to where she envisioned for
herself but she didn't quite make it...because she has
to raise the awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.