Guilty in Love

Being in a throuple is usually light, soft—like we made our own little world with no rules. Just us. But sometimes jealousy sneaks in. When they’re wrapped in each other and I feel outside. I hate that flicker: I want you both to myself. I love what we have. The ease. The intimacy. But yeah—there are sharp edges, too. Anyone else ever feel both? P.S. Some say if it hurts, maybe poly isn’t for me. But it is. Even messy, it’s still the most honest love I’ve known.