This jelly beans have a death wish, I swear. I don’t like them. They make me moody. Like why the fuck do I have to share you? Who are they man? Why do I evens get so jealous? What the fuck don’t they understand? Do they want to be on my bad side?
Why the fuck do I have to share you? I will tell you now. Because I have no choice. Yeah, yeah, I know, everybody’s got a choice. I choice to be nice. Even though I hate this I choose to be nice. Like them jelly beans better be grateful. You like them. So now I must share. I don’t want you to die of boredom.
Who are they man? I don’t the fuck know. That’s why I refer to them as the jelly beans. They like your company. You like their company. They are your friends. I sometimes wish them to get the fuck out of your life. Other times I’m glad you have them. Mostly I’m jealous they have you too.
Why do I evens get so jealous? I will tell you. I don’t like them. They see more of you then I do. I can only see what you are willing to show me. They get exclusives. I get what I get. Seeing you is rare nowadays. I don’t mind. But I don’t like that they see more of you. They can get closer to you.
What the fuck don’t they understand? I miss you. I am possessive. I am obsessive. I am needy. I am irritating. When I want to talk to you. I don’t what interference. I am self when it comes to my Uzair. I don’t want them to have you.
Do they want to be on my bad side? Probably. I don’t blame them. You are the shit. I love you. I don’t want to lose you.
YOU ARE READING
knowing just how to love you
PoetryLetters to a loved one is so rare in the twentieth century. Rare like their friendship. Zubaidah writes letters. Zubaidah writes letters to her best friend Uzair. She speaks her mind in them. She loves writing them. It makes her feel special and imp...
