her jaw drops hearing her
strange name come from the
mouth of this perfect stranger.
"wha- how did you-"
he contemplates telling her
he's psychic but she's too
smart to believe that.
instead he just tells
the truth.
"your nametag
at the coffeeshop kinda
gave it away. believe it
or not, but i can read!"
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...
