You told me
you get nosebleeds

That one time in high school
it was so bad that you left a trail
from your desk to the restroom

When we made out in my college dorm
I knew as you lifted your head away
from mine
put your fingers to your lips
and tasted the crimson
it had happened again

You looked at me as if
you had just dropped out
of space and into my bed

I tailed you to the men’s restroom
splattered pink on porcelain sink

I handed you three big pulls
of toilet paper like a bouquet 
that you pressed beneath your nose

I couldn’t keep up with you
or the blood
in the mirror
your blue eyes followed mine