When I first catch glimpse of you, I grin from ear to ear. My heart skips a beat, and I gasp– the air gets caught in my throat and I’m a little choked up. It’s NOT love. It’s that primal animal instinct that makes me want to **** your brains out, and yes, that’s the technical term. I want to bite your lips, your neck… But when she walks in the room, I disappear. Inside I throw a little tantrum. My soul kicks and screams, and I pout a little. A little ball of jealous rage bellows a fire inside of me. Outside, I smile and find someone else to distract me. I suppose that some times I get to be the girl… and other times I get to wear the cloak. I abhor wearing your cloak.