Charles crumpled his latest attempt tight in his fist, cursing his inability to express his feelings.

He'd tried to confess before, but he'd frozen up and ultimately decided that a letter would be a more forgiving medium to demonstrate his affections.

He was sorely mistaken.

It'd taken him three months to finish obsessively consulting templates he'd found online and solidify a rough draft of th...

When I think of you on that day

Tired of the pain we endured

I'm glad that you went away

Mama did nothing but pray

When you'd left on your own, matured

When I think of you on that day

I hope that you've been okay

And living on your own now, cured

...I'm glad that you went away....

Jo watched as the red dot steadied on her chest, stabilizing as the sniper she'd scoped out minutes ago finally found his mark. She raised a brow, clearly unimpressed by the display.

"...That's it? A _sniper?_"

If she wasn't in mortal danger, she may have laughed at the audacity of it all.

Jo studied the man who'd invited her to dinner under the guise of a much needed apology. A peace offering....

The You who isn't someone

You're proud to be

The You who

Scrunches their toes

And hunches their back

The You who

Picks their nose

And lets lingering silences linger

The You who lives spontaneously

In the moment,

Who shuns the rehearsed jokes

And practiced smiles

Of the typical social convention

The You who startles

Who retreats into another,

Polished You

When someone _else_ comes near....