“my poam should be abt wlw teenage love. the following line must be included "love is love" it should not rhym to much make it seem like a 15 year old wrote it and it dhould state the beauty of loving a woman”

The first time I saw you  
it was sixth period, left side, sunlight in your hair,  
and you smiled just for me  
or maybe you smiled for everyone  
but I felt it all the same.  

I think it’s weird,  
how everyone acts like it’s a secret,  
two girls leaning in close, knees touching  
on the grass, sneakers bumping—  
but the world is not watching, not really.  

I taste my own heartbeat  
when I brush your arm in the hallway  
and you whisper that my hair is cool.  
We laugh about nothing, or about everything,  
and sometimes I want to tell the sky that  
your freckles make constellations  
I could map forever.  

It’s late after dinner,  
when my mom asks why I’m smiling at my phone  
and I say, "just a friend,"  
but what I mean is  
it feels like the sun lives in my chest.  

You tuck my hair behind my ear,  
a small, quiet thing,  
and I realize  
there is nothing strange about loving you.  
No requirement but honesty.  

Some days I hear them say  
it’s not real, or it’s a phase,  
but you’re here,  
and I’m here,  
and your hand finds mine in a way that feels  
like a secret and a promise.  

Some things don’t need to be explained.  
Love is love—  
and loving you feels simple,  
like breathing,  
like sunlight,  
like me and you and the whole beautiful world  
still turning.

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