Hearts shuffle, and skid aside
eyes dance, avoiding or finding?
Emotions flicker across the space left between us-
I don't know the rules to this dance.

We pretend, yet lay bare
everything about me is open to you
and I casually float a suggestion-
a small hope that you could feel for me too.

I know the let down before I start
yet I try again, and hope this time will be the charm
you'll come back when you want something from me

You are allowed to want, and ask, and take
and I will consent, and smile, and feel gratified-
that a boy like you would want anything from a girl like me.

But I am supposed to stay in the place you put me,
like a dog, or a doll left up on a shelf,
except I am not pretty enough to be the doll am I?

I have no choice, how could I-
even on the days when I am not enough,
on the just friends right? days
I sit and hope and wonder if there will be *you're enough days