Coming here unannounced, drag my nails on the tile. I follow your scent, you can't just follow my smile. Your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine. They're cutting me to the bone, nothing left to leave behind. You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon. I didn't come for a fight, but I will fight until the end. This might be your battle, might not turn out okay.
Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,798 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 32 - Updated: 4/17/2015 - Published: 2/28/2015 - [OC, J. Kirk]