relief and embarrassment
washes through her.
of course, my nametag,
it's not like he's stalking me.
"my name's jared."
he sticks out his hand.
"and i may smoke,
but i promise i won't kill
anyone but myself."
she takes his hand with
a crooked grin
and a firm handshake.
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...
