Flirting with the Enemy

My Broken Heart

You are bad for me
like chocolate
or a cigarette,
but I'm addicted
even if you rot my teeth.


It's so much fun
to play into your game,
to tease the Devil
when he tempts me.


I give you
that come hither look
and you're hooked.


I giggle and wink
and you grab me
and kiss me hard.


It's a game of
cat and mouse;
I quickly forget
which is which.


I chase you,
you chase me,
but in the end
I'm the one that crashes.

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