Poetry About Jealousy Novels & Stories

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.

I manage to sneak past Jessica Evans hall director apartment undetected. I have a feeling I will be hearing about her date and that she will rub Blake Oakley down all the dormitory women's throats. I don't want to be the jealous type. Being jealous is not a place anyone should be in. I don't even know where jealousy comes from or where it's origin story began. I imagine some Greek god concocted jealousy and now us mere mortals are forced to live with this consequence. Jealousy is born from chaos, chaos lives in the hearts of those who are in love.

German; their smile and laughter froze-a snapshot of perfection, a perfect moment that now mocked him, taunted him, reminding him of what might slip away. Adrian's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concern, at the pang of jealousy that seemed to pierce his heart, a sharp dagger thrust into his chest, its blade twisting and turning, causing a deep and painful wound. The mere thought of whether Jenny was dating Mr. German, slipping between his fingers as the sand in the glass does, grain slipping, irretrievable, forever lost, left him wondering, his mind reeling with thought and emotion. He was jealous, he confessed to himself, the admission being bitter in his mouth, as some sour lemon whos

She seemed so happy to be his concubine. The spark of jealousy within me was now roaring like an inferno but I tried hard to ignore the feeling of jealousy trying to consume me. I tried really hard, but I couldn't win against my emotions. I couldn’t control the anger and jealousy that had begun to crawl its venom inside me. And the pressure radiating from me seemed to roll off in thick waves. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to stand, my palms were sweaty and I pushed past Asher and his whore. I was reeling with anger. The jealousy within me was so strong that I could taste the bitterness in my mout

Not desperate. Not terrified. Not like he was losing. --- But love spoken at the end of something does not sound the same. It sounds like apology. --- Tears filled her eyes. “You don’t get to discover love after you wasted mine,” she whispered. “I’m fighting for you!” “You’re fighting because someone else might win!” Silence. Direct hit. --- He looked toward the apartment. Toward the man waiting inside. And jealousy—raw, poisonous jealousy—burned across his face.

"Loved was forsaken, love is full of jealousy. Like a French Marigold, who was full of jealousy from its language." "I was kind to him, he was blind to see. He made a conspiracy, just to harm me." "Sibling Rivalry is what families fear. If I'm not mistaken..." While Lea and I both read the book, my eyes landed on the flower near a window. The beautiful white petals are so soothing to look at. It seems to look like a Gardenia flower.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

I was jealous! For the first time in a long time, I was feeling something and wasn't good. It was better to feel nothing at all. Jealousy is like a self imposed burden. I couldn't get it to stop. It was like a pot of boiling blood inside my veins. I was jealous of Jared's relationship with his wife; I was jealous of his wife; I was jealous of Sophia.

My reflection stared back at me from my car’s rear windshield. For the first time in years, I wasn’t looking at myself. I was looking at something else entirely. Jaw jealousy, in its truest form. Pure, raw jealousy. It was raw and ugly, but it was powerless. Because if truly… If, eventually, Aurora belonged to another man. If another man had already taken my place… If another man had sealed the deal with her. Then I might already be too late to join the party. I might be miles away from making things right.

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea