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Oh silly me,

what was the thought in my tiny head?

Her pretty plastic face contorted into an angry scowl.

I had damaged Barbie's perfect world

when I had ripped Ken's mind from

his pretty plastic world

with his pretty plastic woman

and his pretty plastic life.

But that's just who I am.

She could have sensed that long ago,

had the botox not stretched her skin so tight.

The nights at the park,

made my smile seem like a dirty little secret.

I was the dirty little secret.

Swept under the rug,

left in the closet,

hidden behind large furniture sets.

We could have just controlled ourselves,

but the pulsing in your veins,

the tapping against our skin,

while we pressed up against each other accidently;

it was a rush of fire through my legs up to my brain.

She was yours.

I was free.

You were hers.

But you were mine.

A sick little triangle

made possible by your charm

your very good looks.

Oh Mr. Ken,

your plastic little heart was just for me!

I had never felt so passionate.

We were not supposed to be.

Not you and I.

There could never be a you, her, AND me.

I knew Barbie couldn't take the heat.

Now I know.

I'm going.

She can have you and your little games.

I know better now.

There should be a law,

don't be friends with boys with girlfriends.