I hate the idea of you with someone else

One of your ex's name tastes like

stale coffee in my mouth

and the other one burns as if

I've swallowed a scalding pot.

I'm jealous of every girl

who came before me.

The girls you knew,

the girls you kissed,

before you had even heard my name.

I can't help but hate every hand

that has had the privilege

of touching yours.

If I could, I'd pay rent for the spaces

between your fingers,

so if anyone else tried to intertwine

their hand with yours,

they would be trespassing.

— m.f. // I just hate the idea of you 
being with someone else