It could have been romantic.
Without the clammy palms,
and that stupid half-smile
that seems to be your favorite accessory.
Tilting my head back to view the city shaded stars,
offering you these lips that never learn.
One step, two step
with eyes full of vampire facts and silly fear
a stain of brilliant magenta
crept across my face like a disease.
Girls shouldn’t chase boys
I want to rip that smile from your face.
