"so jared,
tell me a little
about yourself."
he sips his water
and sheds his leather layer.
"i'm 20,
i work at the
mechanics shop
2 doors down,
uhhh-"
an impatient
scratching comes from
the front door.
"one second."
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...
