I called her my wife

We only knew each other for two short weeks

I probably sensed it then

We were from the same cloth

 

It was rare to see me without her

Her without me

In her car, eating food, walking anywhere

I told everyone that she was mine

 

We never dated

We were just always together

All those lesbians eyeing her could go to hell

I claimed her

 

I lost her though

She told me the truth

I was the only one that had nothing going on

Crying on my bed she tells me of her ex-girlfriend

 

She gave no inkling

Nor any promises

It was just my selfishness

They broke up. This changes nothing

 

She lays on my bed

Hands above her head

An invisible rope around her wrists

She deserves a punishment for straying

 

I tell her that she’s mine. She can never get away.