Of all the feelings in existance, it is 'Jealousy' which kills all hope and desire.

Jealousy
consumes me
every time I hear ‘she’

Still you think of her.

I love you

but, where does your past leave me? 

Memories that with her you share,

those you still remember
from when I, wasn’t there

Determined you say you are

to close and latch the entrance to your heart

You say that;

but, from the graveyard of your past
day by day, from the dead, you bring her back

No matter what you say,

you miss her everyday

Evidently she occupies your heart
Best wishes even if because of her we part.