take me back to that night.
i may not remember all of it, but it was probably the best night of my life.
i remember stumbling around and telling people about fruit loops and what wasn't in the woods. i remember the music in the barn being so loud it made my entire body shake.
i remember hanging on his arm and him making sure i had a ride home even when he was drunk. i remember her making sure i didn't freak out at mcdonald's and kept me from chasing a cat.
i may not remember much, but i remember it being an amazing night.
take me back to the other night at her house.
i remember all of that night, and it was a pretty close second best.
i remember how soft her blanket is. i remember sobering up enough to clean up a spilled drink. i remember laying on him and not wanting to get up.
sometimes i don't remember, but when i do it's all good things.
i just want to go back to those night. take me back.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems