Minor Discrepancies

Not quite at the breaking point, but I'm ready for a fight

Love struck, jealousy chokes, and in the dark envy bites.

Tossing and turning,
Sleepless and mourning,
Beckoning for a little more than subtlety.

Watching and learning is more than just a game.

If he looks at you with hungry eyes
I'll kill him just the same.

Bloodshed, tears, and the rest of my peers will watch as I put him to shame.

And if I fall, I'll take it all,
Except for subtle blame.