He was in love with him.
Both teens standing in their ripped skinny jeans.
They were free.
Looking down from the building; the city lights twinkled in their eyes.
The view was everything he could have imagined - it was beautiful.
And so were they.
Being up there, they felt free from all of the negativity.
The hatred.
The nonacceptance.
But through it all, they had each other.
And to them, that meant a whole lot more than someone's opinion.
He grabbed his lovers' hand and whispered 'I love you'.
- CH
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boys & life lessons
Poetrythis is a simple collection of poetry involving life, love, boys and heartbreak