she isn't sure
what to expect.
something mysterious and
messy, dark and cool.
something that screams him.
she pictures a trashy basement,
but instead she's led to a
clean, organized, top-floor
apartment with roof access.
a knife twists in her stomach,
the realization that
she knows nothing about
this man hitting her
like a ton of bricks.
what am i doing here?
what am i trying to prove?
she only wishes
she had an answer.
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
