On Jealousy:

I don’t mind that you are beautiful,

I don’t mind if you wish he were yours

I don’t mind, dear precious dove, if your laugh makes his heart turn

And I don’t mind if his laugh makes yours

I don’t mind if you’re alone together, if you talk on the phone

And I don’t mind if he comes over for tea

I don’t mind if you think about him, and think about me

Don’t even mind if he’s in your dreams

Should the two of you, God forbid, find one another,

In the dead of the night, spend a night wrapped in love

Should he whisper that he loves you, that he’s always loved you

Should he leave me tomorrow

Choose your precious dove eyes...

I shall not mind.

I shall wake up,

And rain will be dripping on my forehand and down my cheeks

And I’ll go for a croissant

I will listen to the history of Abraham Lincoln on a podcast,

And I’ll doodle notes in my Garden of Earthly Delights notebook.

This won’t be the first or last time something hurts,

So why make it more special than it needs to be?

I’ll dance to Jolene in my kitchen, and pour myself some wine

Catch my strong eyes in the mirror, meet me again, over and over. 

Keep on reminding myself:

I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.