You f**k it?
"You f**k it?" My eyes shot up, searching for the source of that deep baritone, searching for the source of that one question. I saw them two tables over, sleep still in their eyes, stylish graphic tees and fitted denim jeans. I saw the little gleam in his eyes, the faintest flush across the dark and ever so pleasant, face of the questions receiver. I wondered if it was that same gleam that allured "it" to him. I wondered if it was instead those full, laughing lips, or that easy enchanting smile. I wondered if perhaps instead it was those sculpted hands that roped her in, no doubt crafting gorgeous little nothings, filling "its" instagram DM, filling "its" whatsapp inbox, making "its" heart flutter and filling "its" pretty little head with pretty little lies. I wondered who "it" was behind the eyes of Prince Charming. I wondered if "it" was a main character in his life, if he saw "it" as he saw his friends, his brothers, his sisters, himself. A fully formed being, with "its" own story. But "its" dont have a story to Prince Charmings blaring ASAP Rocky on their Samsung Galaxys across an unnamed university gazebo. "Its" exist for bragging rights. "Its" exist for Prince Charmings to be heralded as heros. "Yeah dawg" he said. ~ M.L
