Poetry About Jealousy Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that what every man says when he has a mate but gets another girl pregnant?” I’m not proud of it, but jealousy, hot and bitter, surges through my veins. The image of him touching her, loving her, burns behind my eyelids. I know both my mates have been with others, they admitted as much, but something about him creating life with her, it churns my stomach until I think I might puke again.

I hated myself for staring, but I couldn’t stop. And then a dark thought crossed my mind. Imagine her with Leo. Well-deserved. A perfect crime. It would be illegal. My heart clenched instantly. I pictured his lips on hers, their bodies pressed together, his hands tracing her curves instead of my soft, imperfect frame. The jealousy stabbed sharp in my chest. I let out a small laugh under my breath at my own madness. “You’re insane,” I whispered to myself. “Jealous of your own imagination?” But the truth was, no matter what, Leo would move on someday.

So she felt extremely heartbroken when she realized they were somehow involved in her parents' death. Leila patted Rui's hands and softly said, “Jealousy is a poison. It consumed her heart to the point that she wanted to compete with you over anything.” Phyllis nodded in agreement. “Just like how you desire to be a loving mother and wife, she desires to be better than you. It's an obsession rooted with malice.”

She felt intense jealousy because she remembered the time Diana had insulted her, and she will always be a jealous woman because of her humble background. “Or, you’re still hoping for something to happen between the two of you in the coming days? You know what’s irritating? I know where I stand, but I can’t control this feeling of jealousy. I don’t even know why,” she sobbed, “I’ve tried to convince myself several times that it shouldn’t be like this because I’m just your paid woman, your mistress, but I can’t help it, I want you even though I shouldn’t. I’m so stupid! And now your wife is chasing after you. What do you think I’ll feel? You’ve been together for three years! Everything we do,

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

Out came a deep hollow sigh filled with endless remorse. Finally a scheme made from the anger build up in her brittle little mind. What if she could create a door out of it all, one extremely believable, there she found the perfect idea buried in her head behind all the anger and resentment she felt towards him. She smiled as she slowly walked from corner to corner of the room. "Wedding's soon...." she whispered to herself while going through her thoughts keeping her eyes focused on her bare feet below her flat stomach.

His head rests next to hers, and they look like the perfect couple. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears. I want to scream, but nothing comes out of my mouth. The light inside me goes dim because the lighthouse went out. It feels like I'm drowning in darkness. What is this feeling twisting my stomach? I haven’t experienced it before. This… this is definitely jealousy… Lexa's presence is like a knife stabbing into my chest. As I turn around to no longer see them, my hands tremble. Too late. The image is already etched inside my mind.

A familiar uncomfortable heat was building in her stomach and she bit her lip. "Not now please, wait a bit." His forehead almost touched his knees as he leaned forward. I was going into heat again. He was already panting. She did not want it to happen again, her jealousy was extremely exhausting, painful and so often it had deprived her of almost all her energy because in those three days that she was locked up she could barely take care of herself. He squeezed his eyes tightly hoping for a miracle that would stop the advance of his zeal but it only made it worse.

The jealousy he had been nursing all night exploded into a desperate, needy hunger. "Yes," he hissed, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly low register. He grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his hands digging into the silk of her gown. "I am jealous. I am losing my goddamn mind with it. Every time I see a man look at you, I want to tear his eyes out. I want to lock you in this room, bolt the door, and never let another living soul see you. I want to tear this dress off you and mark every inch of your skin so clearly that no other man would ever dare think you were free."

My heart ached with the weight of unspoken words, a love unrequited and buried deep within my soul. In my anguish, I made a grave mistake. My jealousy festered like a poison, clouding my judgment and leading me down a treacherous path. I tried to sabotage your relationship, hoping to erase the love that blossomed between you. It was a misguided attempt born from the depths of my own pain. But as the storm I had created raged on, I stood amidst the wreckage of my actions, the truth shining through the haze of my jealousy. I had hurt the ones I cared for, tarnished the purity of their love with my misguided attempts.