If this love of ours is truly is as recklessly dangerous as they say, then why do I feel the safest when I am with you? Buried in your arms, hidden away from the world, protected and peaceful. Some may call us a tragedy but truthfully I don't care. Their words mean nothing when I'm laying with you and the screaming in my head stops and I feel so sure and certain everything is going to be okay, like some type of cure, you take away the pain and give me back what was stolen from me, gluing pieces of my heart back together.
You're the one part of me I can't get rid of, can't shut you out or pretend not to feel you around me, they may call us a monstrous tragedy for how wrong our situation is, how the chemistry between us is nothing but a brewing potion for disaster that's gonna break down the order of things but that's okay. Order has always been boring anyway.
We've had people call us insane before too, saying that continuing with this only means that you and I are completely out of our minds, and maybe this is all twisted and we really are insane. All I know is that you're my clarity and I can't let go of that.
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Emotional Torture.
PoésieCollection 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
