im jeaLous

I'm jealous of the white collard shirt that hugs your muscular frame. For the simple fact that when I hug you I hate that i have to let go. I get mad at the Blackberry that's permanently attached to your hip that never leaves your side. I swear I want to go a few rounds with that expensive cologne you spray all over you because I'd give my left arm to be in that bottle. Let's not start on football. Ugh. The time you spend with your eyes glued with your undivided attention. Psshhh. One of these nights I'm going to murder your pillow. Why? Because you spend night after night with your soft skin pressed up against it. Oh and the sheets. They feel every inch of you. They know your most intimate secrets. How do think that makes me feel? Like your closer to them than I to you! I hang my head as I sit in the chair that comforts you the most. Then I heard the keys that reside in your pocket. I see you and I smile. I smile because when you come home. . .the shirt and cologne, the sheets, pillows, and phones, not a game nor a chair matter. you come home to me and I get to do all of the the things that those objects do. Yet I do it better because I'm so in love with you!