Monthly Archives: November 2012

playtoy

i know i shouldn’t like him
but that smile
he just has to flash that smile
my insides melt
i become his plaything
and i know he likes me like that
all gooey and mold-able

i should grow a spine
be angry
but instead i watch it
urge the smile to reappear
like a flower that waits for the sun

i know how dangerous his life is
and how much danger i’m in
hanging around him
but how could i walk away
from those dimples
and sparkling eyes?