She opened her mouth to speak and, God, I really wish she didn't. Her voice ripped my heart to tiny pieces, as if she dug her nails deep into it to twist my feelings even more. Her eyes, melting me until my walls of protection were nothing but dust. Her lips, moving ever so gently and heavily burning my chest. My mind and heart both say one thing:
Kiss her.
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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
