dearest girl don’t trust
boys with sharp eyes masked with slewed questions of mock stupidity
who smile with teeth so bright they mask the fangs
peeking above the horizon of their lips in a faux snarl
and say your name like it is a casual thing to come and go
just one of million to rumble up from their cavernous chests
where their heart is expected to rest
but these kinds of boys have long since turned heartless
an immortal evolutionary adaption Darwin himself could not find the answer to
because these boys are turned more wolf than man
but hide it with the sly superiority of alpha confidence
and let it peek through with the animalistic gleam in their eyes
when full white smiles like that of the full moon
are present on the faces of the girls whose names are spoken
with the casual authority of these boys with fangs tucked neatly
inside the flesh of their lips
and dearest I warn you to never trust boys with honeyed words
that are shadowed with the ashy residue of anger
and the sly smirk of known wittiness
for they are armed with fangs and claws
just waiting to devour you