envy

i was lonely, so envy sat with me
she won’t leave, won’t let me sit peacefully.
both are thirsty but one far more dirty,
just as cruel and twice as ugly.

i said: “envy, don’t you have somewhere to be?”
she replied: “i’m where i have to be. with people who want me.”
i shook my head, confused. “but i don’t want you, envy.”
“well that’s the thing, silly. you want everything you see.
don’t you realize? without me, you must feel so empty!”

and honestly
if i knew envy would never leave me,
i would really, truly,
much rather be lonely.