Poison Envy. (And its cure.)

Oh you damned devil,
You beautiful monster.
My lovely murderer.
Gone and done it again.
Listening to your words, wondering when they will ever speak about me.
I know they won't.
But my heart begs,
For you to tell:
You care about me.
The posion that dwells in my heart, contaminated blood rot black.
My green-eyed monster.
How doth thou not see!
Why can't you be inlove with me?
But as I come to realisation in this dark world...
Love is not for me.
And when your cold knife pierced my ears, with tounge so sharp.
I'll never hear the words
That say you're....
Inlove with me.
And these cold words, froze my heart, to no longer beat is but a beautiful dream.
And the poison drips, empty.
Heartless, with no soul.

Authors note:
This was a very random write, I've come to feel the jealousy of loving one be gone, that I'm finally over. There is no point wasting my time on a dream that will never happen.