Envy. I remember the day we met. Your narrow emerald green eyes stared back at my hazel ones. Your glass completion. So still. So fragile. How I wished I could just shatter it. Break the mirror. After all, I was your reflection. You were my other half. We became good friends and instantly were inseparable. We shared just about everything. Oh my dear envy. Yes what great friends we were. You always sang me to sleep with the same bitter sweet lullaby. You made my visions of sugar plums rot. Clever trick.

Sometimes, you would let me take a look through those eyes of yours. Those massive green eyes. All your salty expressions. You would drown me in those eyes, and I'd struggle and gasp for air, but I was no match. My brittle knees would shake and you would pull me under. I would spin in a daze as I was being sucked down your whirl pool of intoxication. Spinning as though I were a cyclone.

I remember how it felt when the water filled my body. It would be pressed against my chest and I would collapse. Then I would get heavier and lay motionless until I would shoot up in a backwards waterfall. For a moment I would feel as though I could fly. Then my wings would brake off and I would fall. Your eyes were a hot spring. Ever surprising.

It would feel good to be on dry land again. But I still could not move. The water would be flooding my insides and it made me too heavy. So you did me a favor. You dug me a grave. You kicked me and I rolled on the ground and fell down into my death bed. Then you would bury me alive. I would eat at the dirt that covered my skin and bones until it became mud inside me and I ended up choking on it. This all had to stop.

Oh my dear green eyed monster. You were my bottle of vodka. My glass of Champaign. I'd drink up your words of jealousy and I'd loose all common sense. I'd get wasted off you. But now I am ever so tired of this broken record routine of yours. It's true you were once my mirror image. Yes I would stare at you for hours. Trying to decode you. Figure you out. I'd look into your eyes and see myself. But I wasn't just going to be your refection anymore. Yes it's true you often got the best of me. I turned into someone I didn't like. Someone I didn't want to be.

Envy. I remember the day we met. I also remember the day we said goodbye to each other. We still see one another from time to time, but I've learned to control you. To calm the waves. You aren't trying to drown me anymore. I merely swim in your chlorine eyes. Those shallow pools are a low tide. And when they get too deep for me to swim, I wear water wings, and float above the drama and chaos occurring meters bellow my feet. You may be known as the green eyed monster to most, but I know you a little better then they do. To me, you're just my reflection. We all have them.