When the wolf fell in love with the girl.
When the leader of the wolf gang looks your way in
worn out leather and faded tattoos
Believe him when he says he is no good, he had lived longer than you
Ah but his smile, that jawline, his hands on the small of your back
You felt safe for the first time in your life, really, despite the bad.
He always smelt like hard whisky and smoke
Handsome with age
Hardened with age
You wouldn’t cross him
If only by mistake like the time you smiled at that man across the bar
But you knew this whisky wolf loved you, really
He would scream it at you all the time, he’d steal flowers from the cemetery too, see I can be Romantic he’d say,
absent mother, abusive father, you never once saw him cry
You remember the wind in your hair, wild motorbike rides,
Dancing on bars
and tequila shots backwards,
That time you were so drunk you nearly got his name tattooed,
It almost felt end game, in bed
your head on his chest, his hands on your throat, the first time he told you he loved you,
The first time you told him you didn’t.