because i want to hang on to you and the way that you look when you laugh when your lips curl towards your teeth and i can't help but stare. i'm mesmerized. my first impression is of your teeth, that's what i judge you by. feel better? did you brush them today? i don't know i just like the way that they hold me in like i am prisoners behind white walls. the way you laugh. the way words bounce off of the walls and your laugh is the opposite of an echo, it thuds and hits, sinks soundly. and i am caught. i've been bitten. it will leave a mark.