Your lips curve around your teeth,
as I place my
in your hand,
and I can tell that youíre trying to choke back a laugh.
Itís bad enough
that you made me go out to dinner
with your horrid parents once again,
with the way your father puts his smoked cigarettes
in the glass of water next to him,
and the way your mom looks at me like we should be married
makes me cringe,
best wishes to their black lungs.
Iím just crossing my fingers
that they ignore the dried blood,
and needs for milk chocolate.
I canít pretend to be in love with you,
no, not tonight.