My Cardboard Balcony

Onus by Belinda Roddie It is not on me to make you feel safe to make you feel warm or feel at home It is not on me to love you so yet here I am impulsively devoted to you and you alone

Jealous? How could I ever be jealous of you? You don't want anything that I have! You don't want my house, you don't want my wife. You're not interested in any of my possessions. As far as I'm concerned, you're happy to ignore me for the rest of your life. So why on God's green earth would I ever be jealous of you? And don't even say you meant, "envious," 'cause I'm not that, either!