A dense ball

Of bubblegum
in the bus

That time you pulled up my pants

Today my relationship with men

My relationship with love

Like a brain opening, revealing a knife,

Piercing your heart.

My emotions seep through like wetness

And are damp and cold.

The shock for criticism

I’m ready for once more

For people to call me gross and

Run away when running along their fingertips

And yet I’m better than you Big Red

because I once was fruity

One time, I was cute.

And now I’m awash, grey, hard

And ugly

I’m angry, in fact,

Put me in your mouth and

Feel the hard piece of bubblegum

I don’t want to talk and

I don’t want to see

I want to be over you,

I want you to never forget;

My eyes like bite marks