Poetry

Why must I be a teenager in love?

Inspired by two young love birds.

 

Although it was only a dare, his kiss on my cheek, in the twilight of that August Sunday evening meant everything to me. For that whole moment time stood still and a cool warmth filled me.

On the outside, I curled the left part of my mouth up a little and smirked my appreciation. However on the inside I was elated, jubilant, ecstatic! It was our most tender and innocently intimate moment. We were new to puberty and my hormones ran rampant by the hour.

The boy versions of me were hardly ever serious, especially him; but in that moment my dreams caught a glimpse of the future man that would kiss my cheek. I don’t know if I can wait any longer.

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