Inflatuation

I am inflatuated with you,
Every time I see you I get gas,
Maybe it isn’t you, maybe me,
But I find you are a pain in my ass…

No more quiet time,
Inflatuation so severe,
It feels like I will explode,
I always have that fear…

The gas builds up when I see you,
My stomach growls and expands,
I can’t wear a belt anymore,
I bought special order rubber bands…

I hold in the gas,
I have so much pain,
I can’t let it out,
The noise would make me ashamed…

Please go away and don’t come back,
So my inflatuation will disappear,
Then the stomach growling will cease,
So I can wipe away my painful tears…