Invidia

Ivy leaves and vines

Weave along my arms.

A burning sensation creeps

Into my chest as I gasp for air,

Drowning in thoughts of “If only”.

My perfectly brewed poison, self-made.

Violent thoughts paired with plastic smiles

– Oops, I bit my tongue too hard.

My admiration distorted by possessiveness.

Claw through the layers of your skin

And let me clamber into it

– See? You fit like a glove.