jealous no. 1

i'm junkyard familiar
with the concept of wasted potential
you've touched stars
from a sky beyond
the same dark pools
i stare up at in thought
but pools are for swimming
and i never learned
still we tread together
in the same water

have you ever been
so poor it burned your insides?
tore holes right through your gut
and sloughed off chunks of wild dreams?
have you ever tasted nothing so long,
that hunger eats back at you
like a mouth in your stomach
or a giant, gaping hole
somewhere it is expected
that one should keep a soul?