Jealous

An ode to every female that probably didn't deserve my hatred.

I wondered if she could cook better than me

If she didn't undercook pasta

Or forget that baked ziti required two types of cheese

Sometimes three, if you’re daring

 

I wondered how she looked in the morning

If her eyes were glued shut

Or if her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead

The way that mine always did

 

I wondered if she's skinny naturally

Or she's one of those yogis

Maybe she goes jogging

Or perhaps she just doesn't eat

 

I wondered if she loves smoking pot so much

Because she's just so cool 

Or if she does it to be social

Or to calm her nerves

 

I wondered if she fumbles over her words

Or if she's elegant and composed

The way that I am not, and never will be

 

I wondered where she studied

If she studied

I wondered if he likes her because she’s naive

Or if it was me who was naive

 

I wondered if she is a cheater

And if she’d ever lie to him

I wonder what she believes in

And if she's plagued by Catholic guilt

The way that I am

 

I wonder if she's simple

Or if she keeps him up at night

I'll bet she's easy going

I'll be he's always right 

 

I wondered if her face gets hot

And her voice gets high pitched

Anytime he gets pissed off

And she feels defensive

 

I wondered how expensive her clothes were

Or if she's ever bargain shopped

Or worse yet, if she's thrift store shopped

And worn the clothes without washing them

I wondered if her parents support her

Or if she has a trust fund

I wondered what she's doing here

And why she wouldn't move away

 

I wondered if she eats six servings of fruits and vegetables a day

And if that makes her happy

I wondered if her list of lovers is much shorter than mine

And if that makes her respectable

 

I wondered if he makes her feel worthless

And I do not feel guilty when I say

I hope he does it every single day

Reviews

[Alucard6336]

I love this, it's beautiful in a dark way.

Do people have to be jealous over someone to love them? I don't. I recognize as a piece of modern art on paper, and you know what, I accept that. I love this and you, as I do love everyone.

Have we met yet? They call me Bryan the Dark due to what night does to me. It's a long story, as I am already long winded.

Please keep writing. I love the darkness of this poem. :)

[Chris]

By the end it was more of an anger than a jealousy - least to me.

[Inject Positivity]

Such a tragic poem with harsh reality....You have portrayed the sad feeling of being treated with jealousness....Brilliantly done dear frnd....Loved the darkness in the poem....Full ratings!!!!