we play pretend.

we were never "friends" or "acquaintences." we went straight to lovers. he caught my heart when we were dancing....and when he left,  i remember his imperfect teeth. it made me smile. usually, i would consider him a resounding, NO. but as the sun rose that morning, dancing to jazz in the middle of the street, i found his mouth on mine. i like the way he plants his lips on my body. he kisses me as if he cared. i dont want to say that it was refreshing, but, i dont want to be used... discarded... forgotten. i dont want to just, be...there. i want to feel like he gave a shit. im honest enough to admit that, we play pretend.  i know that sounds pathetic.