When you smile Your teeth tell a story Of never ending words And endless punctuation. When you smile, I can smell your breath Wreaking of every stale cigarette And every stale memory That has ever polluted your tongue And that you continue to relive And that stain every word That you let spill Recklessly From what you call a mouth. Every time you flash that Maybelline painted smile I pity what you were born with Every time you smile, I cant help but feel smug My smile doesn’t stain my words Betraying my secrets My displayed sense of happiness is neither false Nor does it stretch on forever Like some bad Friday night With a bad date In a bad place That you call “fun”. My smile in not tainted By a lifestyle the breeds regret With all it’s unprotected endeavors. But somehow With all your flaws Your inability to make a Self preserving decision You still remain victorious. Over my honest to goodness Absolute genuine attempts At legitimacy.