He momentarily forgets
about his wounded pride
with my machine gun mouth
rapid firing questions at him.
"Are you okay?"
"Why did you hit him?"
"What happened?"
"Are you hurt?"
"Is this why you haven't
asked me out yet?"
I surprise myself with my
final question, and his
arrogant smile tells me
my face shows it.
YOU ARE READING
Raw Thoughts
PoetryMy first Novel-in-Verse! I think this is finally a story I can create start to finish. Ellie is a poet, Lucas has a past that would make for some powerful poetry.
