insane. ➼irwin

that

a week later i still stayed.

even when she questioned why.

jasey and i were sitting

in a small coffee shop,

flaking out of session.

jasey blew her pink cup

the steam billowing out.

"ashton irwin," she said softly.

"yes, jasey rae?"

i grinned at her.

"excuse me, mr. irwin

i don't remember my parents

ever naming me

jasey rae."

"just jasey then?" i smiled

"just jasey."

i drained my own cup of tea

before looking at the dear broken beauty

before me.

"nah, still my jasey rae."

"anyway..."

she drawled out her anyways

the way only she did

and sipped her cup of

black coffee that she adored so much.

the type of coffee that's freshly ground

and tastes bitter as hell and colours itself

black as pitch.

she calls me boring

because i drink tea.

and i call her acrid

because she drinks coffee;

i believe it rings fidelity.

her eyes sparkled the way they did

when her adrenaline was rushing

when she hears her favourite song

playing on the radio

when i tell her a story

she really likes

when she sings those songs

with her beautiful voice

or when she asked for something

she really wants.

"let's go do something."

"does it include the

possibility of getting arrested

again?"

i asked.

"i don't exactly know per se

it depends on how much

plans we change tonight."

jasey and i