Jealousy Over the Future

I fantasize about tearing the flesh
From her fingers until her hands
are nothing but raw skeleton.

I want to gouge out her eyes
So that you can't tell her
How pretty they sparkle.

I crave a knife up her cunt
Again and again until
There's nothing left for you.

I don't know who she'll be
But your next girl will be lucky,
Luckier than me.