Poetry About Jealousy Novels & Stories

Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. "How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw breath.

I hated myself more for noticing. I caught myself imagining—God, I shouldn’t have—but I did. His hands on her waist, his breath near her ear, her whispering his name the way she whispers mine. The thought made me sick, made my fists clench so tight the bones cracked. I told myself it wasn’t real, it wasn’t true. But jealousy doesn’t care about truth. It feeds on shadows, grows in silence.

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

No messy, mortal frailty to weigh it down. No me. The jealousy is a physical sickness. A hot, acidic curl in my gut. It’s not rational. It’s primal. I can feel his fascination, a thrilling, electric current in the space where our souls are stitched together. He’s intrigued. Flattered. His attention, which has been my sun for so long, is turning away. Diverted by a being of pure light and memory. A being that isn’t scarred, or tired, or afraid. A being that can give him everything I can’t.

To see him free of that shadow, even if it meant he was free of me, was a balm to a corner of my soul. But then the other tide rolled in, cold and sharp: jealousy. A bitter, acidic jealousy that burned through my veins. Why wasn't I the one making him laugh like that? Why wasn't I the one sharing that easy camaraderie? It was a selfish, ugly emotion, yet undeniably potent. I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

Smug, taunting as if to say he’s going to take her, and there’s nothing I can do. And just like that, I see green. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Viscerally. ‘Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me’ For the first time in my life, jealousy scorches through me, feeding the fire already roaring in my chest. It mixes with all the cropped-up shitty feelings I’ve never felt and threatens to explode. My face turns crimson, veins pulsate with pent-up fury in my neck, as I clench my fists, knuckles white with the intensity of my rage.

“You loved her. You still do.” I turned away, my breathing uneven. I didn’t want to hear this. I didn’t want to face it. But Raven wasn’t done. “And what did you do with that love?” His voice lowered, a cruel whisper against my ear. “You turned it into poison. You let your jealousy consume you, and now look at what you’ve done.” I spun around, anger rising like fire in my chest. “I did what I had to!” Raven grinned, his teeth gleaming in the torchlight. “Did you? Or did you just want to punish her for not loving you back?”

I saw in the direction where Alisia went,clutching tight my hand on the stearing wheel. "Just wait and watch Alisia. What I will do with you...!!!" I said to myself. Igniting the car engine I went to KNIGHT MANSION calling off the wretched night. A/P "Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other."