Love Bugs

Read it for yourself and find out.

I hate love bug season.

The way those insects gather in droves

Swarming

Clumping

Thick clouds of black

Gathering to eat their fallen brethren

Like the mindless insect cannibals they are.

I especially hate when my class has P.E.

Outside

During love bug season.

There's no concentrating on the exercise

Or the game 

Or anything

Except fleeing the pursuing insects 

That flock to the body heat I emanate.

Everyone knows

I have a seething hate 

Of love bugs

But the one who knows it most of all

Just happens to be

My significant other.

I hear the words

"I've got love bugs!"

Simply teasing

And I try not to act completely terrified

But he catches me off guard

When he opens his hands

And the cursed insects 

Fly straight into my face.

"Where is it?" I ask,

Trying not to move.

"In your hair."

Of course.

I reach up to swat it away

My hand comes away 

With the crushed body

Of a love bug.

Extra shower tonight, I think.

He gives me that smirk

And that slanted look

That would be extremely unattractive

On anyone else

But him.

You'd be surprised, but

Love bugs

Are quite aptly named.