Right now, I don't care where you're from or what you do, I don't care where you've been or how many siblings you have, I just want something- no, someone, to make me forget everything that has happened.
To just throw all my responsibilities, to feel the rhythm flow through me as my steps sync with yours, as you shake off this week's anxiety, dance with me, darling. Let me make you feel as free as you should under this moonlight, I just want to feel the whole place shatter with every move we make, I want you to spin me as I slowly lose conscious, I want the whole world to take a break.
I feel it, honey, do you feel it too? Do you feel the euphoria that comes from a stranger? from wasting your youth away with me.
I like this. You and I.
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i sure talk a lot for someone who can't walk without tripping over their feet sdfgh
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
