Fame

Jealousy

Never the right word.

Lust,

Perhaps closer,

Still yellow to orange

Never the same

Different fruits

Sour,

Sweet,

The luxury of inner thought

The design of malcontent.

We want to be,

More than we are.

We want the lives that look so cherry

Beside our citric selves.

We want these lives that don't exist,

Because we feel the same.