Let's rewind a little and take our heads on a journey back in time, back to a never forgotten memory, the place where you and I began, on that special street in the parking lot of our favorite restaurant. It felt insane how the chemistry between us just overflowed and we almost became one as the soft song on the radio gave us a soundtrack we would hold onto forever, a melody almost as sweet as your heart, the heart you put in my hands when you agreed to be mine. My most prized possession.
Your eyes were passionately staring into mine as the moon projected a howling glow on them, giving them that extra warmth that pulled me in even deeper, losing all sense of myself, my head only focusing on you and your soft smile- And when I took you home, dropping you off, not wanting to let go of your hand, clinging onto you.
That was the first chapter of us. Just two kids in love, we didn't really understand what we were doing or how we were supposed to act, all we were sure about was that we were meant to be together,
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Emotional Torture.
PoezieCollection 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
