"not much to tell.
i'm 19, working at
the coffeeshop
but you knew that,
andddd, I don't know.
i have a strange name."
her voice is quiet
and disinterested as
she talks about herself.
"well. i like your name.
it rolls off the tongue,
xayla-mae. almost rhymes."
he licks his lips,
closing his eyes
for a moment.
"xay-mae!
hey! i like that.
xay-mae."
her cheeks turn pink,
either from the nickname
or the sparkle in his eyes.
somehow she digs for
a witty response
in her muddled brain.
"xay-mae, huh?
sounds fine to me,
jay."
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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...
