xayla crosses her
arms defensively.
"what are you
doing here?"
it's intended to be a growl
but it comes out as a whisper.
jared's brows pull together,
his face masked with confusion.
"you extended an invite
to me, and i figured
i'd drop by. are you okay?"
the sincere concern
coloring his tone makes tears
sting in the corners of her eyes.
she doesn't deserve his worry.
a plastic smile springs to her face,
hardly even tugging at the corners
of her cheeks as she forces a stiff
lie through her teeth.
"yep. just caught a cold."
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...
