Teenager In "ℓ๏˅€"

We'll see.

Seeing him for the first time,

Forcing you to do a double take

As your heart skips a beat or two

And a wave of delicious nausea comes, 

Fast approaching.

The sound of his name like

The perfect lyric

Imagined sung by the purest white angel

As it descends, 

And speaks with his velvet voice.

Everything else turns into static white noise.

As you fall asleep,

His face remains imprinted on your eyelids,

Stuck fast to your mind,

As dreams of him trickle inside.

Yearning for his hands, his lips, his words

To fall into yours, 

And your bodies to connect in a sweaty embrace.

You fantasize about a future, maybe

And awaken simply to etch is features into a diary

Envisioning in the sky two flawless white doves.

Teenager in love.

Speaking to him is

By far your most commendable feat,

And to see him smile is 

To be granted a new sun.

His eyes deep and soulful,

Body chiseled and created specifically for yours.

Such a beautiful man,

For such a humble girl.

Cliche's become a conscious reality,

Wanted and welcomed and revered by jealous friends.

But, especially as a teenager, all good things must end.

Distance and maturity 

Choose to stand opposing you,

And you grow to realize

That lust is not love

And love is not an emotion

Someone so inexperienced can produce.

You awaken from the dream

You lived in for however long

And realize, that you were dead wrong,

And not for the first time, you're exposed.

Teenager in love.

Teenager in love.

So it seems

Love is a lie

At the age

Of immaturity.

It hides in infatuation

And dies in the midst

Of intense frustration

With the other.

Teenager in love.

Teenager lusting.

Teenager lied to.

Teenagers End.