The Tempest Collection

I'm J******

Ok this is embarrassing,

so I'm only gonna admit this once.

It will be in writing,

quite condemning,

but it's anonymous.

A little forgiving.

Today I saw you talking to her.

So what?

You're not mine.

You're not even hers.

But I'd like to think that if you were somebody's,

you'd be mine first.

Yeah.

It's exactly what you heard.

I'm fucking jealous of your attention,

and I get petty

when I get hurt.

So I hurt you first.

It still baffles me

that you like me,

at least as a friend.

Cause it seems your experience with moody girls

hasn't been the best.

So what makes you be able

to stand me?

Is it even worth it?

What is it that makes me any better

than that coworker

with the nice hips

and easy-going 

countenance?

See,

there I go again.

I'm jealous,

kills me to admit.

And I couldn't get the best of it.

Sorry.

But it is what it is.

I can't have you,

but I still need to be your favorite.