My dear jealous friend
It is truly a sickness
Not being able to forget
That which you can’t know about me.
All my previous loves
Hurt more than a tooth ache
All those kisses I have already given
Cannot be washed away.
My dear jealous friend
I truly understand
So much that I told a lie
Even though I am not a liar
I need to confess
I have a bit of a problem myself
not saying anything about how your ex bedroom affairs affect me.
Fierce hate, roaring hate
That hurts and burns the mind
I understand and know something
About how hard it is to be civil
Let’s escape, escape from ghosts
Quickly away from these useless spasms,
Leaving the torturing masochisms here
They create a sadness that does not exist
My dear jealous friend
Let’s go for a bicycle ride
I am Othello and you my aunt
This is not right, listen to me
Let’s go look at the lake, look at the fields
But let’s not look at the lovers
Because if we don’t we will lucubrate
And will once again have to start over.