new edited poem

[untouchablestar]

Ryan knew she hates the flash of the camera;
he takes her picture while her back is turned.
The stereo is in his father’s room and
they like to try on his polyester suits.
Ryan and Hannah can see him in bars,
trying to pick up twenty -year old honeys;
they’ll probably fall for his slimy jokes.
They lie on his father’s bed and the ceiling fan spins.
They are too nervous to look at each other,
so they lie there,
with their feet dancing against each other,
hoping the drinks kick in.

Hannah sees if he’s looking at her,
using the corners of her eyes.
Her veins show through her skin,
like maps to heart.
Ryan wants to run his fingers along them.
Hannah likes fragile dresses, like lace and tulle,
making him want to hold her more.
His father’s room smells like cheap cologne and dirty clothes,
but the bed holds her so still.

Ryan wishes he was wearing a different shirt
and that he hadn’t let her down.
He watches her face on the reflection of the fan,
looks to see that glance he loves,
but the fan is too dusty and he can’t make it out.
He wants to bring homemade pancakes in bed,
they’ll probably be burnt, but hopefully she’d smile anyway.

The blankets that cover Hannah’s nose are musty
and she wishes the walls were any other color.
The smell of cheap cologne is overpowering
his father’s suits make her feel sick.
She tries to shake it out of her head, but it seems too familiar.