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Pretty eyes, pretty thighs, pretty face she never wanted.
Forced to live inside an object of desire.
Introverted, anxious, and the center of attention.
Watched from every side, waiting to be acquired.
Wanted, but never loved, by misfortune or chance.
Every prospect wanting more than she could give.
Taking if they could, every piece of satisfaction.
to pacify the needs with which they’re forced to live.
This way, and that way, in every kind of direction.
Taken, passed on, and consumed by the restless.
Never replenished, left weary and unfulfilled.
Caught up in the cycle, until she met Jealous.
Jealous knew more than any of the others.
Jealous payed attention and expected the same.
Jealous never slept so as never to lose her.
Jealous kept her close since the first time he came.
Jealous worked hard to keep what he wanted.
Jealous made damn sure she was contained.
Jealous didn’t like seeing her with others.
Jealous was stubborn and easily enraged.
Wanted, never loved, pretty object of desire.
Trapped in attention for which she never asked.
Running, recaptured, by Jealous devoured.
Things that are pretty don’t easily last.
Everyone wants, everyone needs, most of us take whatever we can get.
Give what you can, love if you can, don’t end up eaten by Jealous regrets.