I’m addicted to smiles
And not just the ones from what society refers to as beautiful women who I think I can get to go into bed with me.
At any given time of the day.
I like seeing the same person smile over and over again until I notice the differences in the facial expression for the many different reasons the world has to offer.
I study people’s smiles.
And pray they don’t notice I find joke to tell and talk to much for my own pleasure in seeing the cracks in your faces.
I love to see men smile
Maybe more than women
Well probably not more
But for completely different reason
And their smile can bring me more joy
Just not more pleasure
And lately my stats are off because my people aren’t quite smiling like they use to and
It just don’t feel the same
It’s not really masking our pain and I can’t tell if we’re just doing it trying to reach a high we had once
Or trying to protect those we think haven’t lost it yet
And I haven’t looked in a mirror in two weeks
But I lift my cheeks for the likes of you on snap chat
We might as well let our faces rest.
Becky’s smile is the same.