You and I, way past midnight, wrapping each other in warmth close to the small fire we've built in the middle of nowhere.
Your car playing tunes from our favorite playlist, the one you made me on my birthday, saying that the music let out everything you could never say.
I felt my heart burn up with every fire crackle, your hands felt so soft and perfect in mine, we complete each other so well, I can see now why our hearts shook rapidly when we locked eyes for the first time.
We lit up a couple of lanterns watching them fly far away to the star lights and the bright moon, taking away any hurt we've felt all week with them.
I felt comfort in the way your eyes got excited as you tried s'mores for the first time, it's like that feeling when a baby smiles at you for the first time. A sense of joy.
You make me happy, on this late night, where we're disconnected from the world for a few hours, only focused on each other.
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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
