As Jax and I sat on the swings in the park
I was trying to figure out a way
to ask Jax about himself,
about why he decided to be there for me
when he had no reason to,
about his family,
and lastly,
about his dislike for Christianity.
I didn't know why
but for some reason
Jax always managed to deflect any questions about himself
that people ask him.
He was a mystery
and yes,
I had to admit
I was intrigued,
but mainly,
I wanted to know
because he knew so much about me.
He still didn't know about Presley,
the bullying,
or how Daiha got in a coma in the first place,
but he knew about my panic attacks
he knew about my parents,
and he knew about Daiha's disorders.
But Jax?
All I knew about him
was that his mom married Grace's dad,
he had something against Christianity for some reason,
and that he was there for me.
Other than that?
nothing.
And I wanted to know more
because whenever I was with him
my heart beat faster
and that wasn't necessarily a good thing
because the last time I trusted a guy with my heart
he ripped it out
tore it apart
shattered it
and left me to pick up the pieces
and honestly?
I wasn't doing a good job of it.
It was more like
every time I tried to even touch a piece
that he left behind
I ended up cut
and bleeding
and crying
and not being able to breathe...
so maybe getting to know Jax
was a mistake
maybe he was going to break my heart too
but I didn't care
not at the moment anyways
because he was there
and I wanted to know more.
Then
before I even knew what I was doing
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Poetry-Sequel to Smile- The devastation of hurricane Jordan has left Delilah Smith in a tailspin. Her sister, Daiha, is in a coma, and doctors aren't sure if she's even going to wake up. When her parents aren't working they're spending all of their time a...
