THE MONSTER WAS A METAPHOR

By some chance, on our ill-fated night,the busy behind us seemed to keep you away from me... better i not hear you speak... i almost got away.unfortunate circumstance called for a favor and who should answer...?you found the opportunity to lend me a smile and i liked the way yours fit.never you. no ...never. that face, a smile like that rarely connects to mine.word was hot and found its way back to burn my resolve... i liked you.too late to stop me, too soon to admit that i already knew your crash and burn routine.the waiting was the worst part... and your desperate, still sweet ,attempt to pull back.i didnt know that the heart you say made you stumble had to be wrapped in a prize to keep you on your knees.