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the room smelled sweet 

sweetness a mix between

the sterile and calm

a sweet temptation just out of my reach 

Teenage love is different from adult love,

we love hard,

raw.

We love with the hopes that we will find the one,

innocent to the ways that the 'one' will change over and over again,

Looking at you two

as you "dance" on the "dance floor"

which is really just an empty spot on the ground

as you hold hands awkwardly

though enjoying it

as you experience feelings that I've never experienced before.

I've recently found myself back in my shell

Pretending to be someone I'm not

And I think I know why.

I've pulled back from people 

Only interacting with animals and strangers online 

Two kids

The song

The beat

The rhythm

You know the rhythm, don't you?

Pulling you up

Pulling you to me

Out there

I know it's scary

Couldn't we let go and not care

Just for tonight?

I cried.

I looked at the photos,

The Polaroids,

And I cried

And cried

And cried.

I couldn't feel anything.

My heart was bleeding

And I couldn't feel it.

I cried

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