Bubblegum Love

I can’t forget that face of yours. Each night I look at your new post on Instagram. I can’t take it when you have a new girl by your side. I never washed the shirt I lent you after soccer practice. Every now and then I put it on and press a soccer ball against my stomach waiting for you to show up. But like always… nothing but my wailing soul. I also kept the 3-year-old gum you put underneath my desk. Sometimes, I slowly roll it over my tongue and I imagine your face. I’ve been watching and waiting for 3 long years… wondering when I should strike. I don’t want to hurt you but at the same time, I cannot allow you to escape me. Oh, the agony and the many headaches I have. If I could, I would eat you. This way you could always be with me. Maybe keep you all to myself… I wonder. Don’t get confused… my love is just on another level. I sleep next to the underwear you lost in high school. Some nights I can’t go without looking through my private gallery of you in the locker room. My legs, hands, and my whole body crave for you. My obsession is growing out of hand, I can see that. But what chance do I have? I’m feeling alive tonight, my husband.