If I told you I wanted to sabotage my happiness,
I think you would let me,
I really do,
not because you were bad,
not because you were malicious,
or selfish,
or thoughtless,
it's just that you loved yourself more than you loved me,
or anything for that matter,
and I'll tell you this much,
I was fucking jealous,
actually jealous
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