I want you to hurt, still

To feel the envy hot and heavy

Sitting on your chest while I

Am the one conducting your entire

World without even so much as

A care to actually understand the situation that I am

Puppeteering from my cellphone

I want you too, to be unable to take a breath in

Without sobbing, or let a breath out without aching

I know it’s a terrible thing to wish on someone

But when I try to clear my mind, you linger

You still linger

When I am too still

I want you to hurt, still.