Those Like-Minded Teenagers

It started with a phrase,
an insult,
a compliment.
How did we end up here?

I know I'm just a phase
A sweet emphatic haze.
Just a latest installment.
How did we end up like this?

Two Oh Three Five Days
It's how you brought me here.
Teenage nymphomania
Breeds fixation.

Trapped in a meta phase,
We are all the like-minded.
I'd hate to see their expression
Never knew fairy tales breeds destruction.

It makes no sense, our twisted maze.
Our single matured love affair.
Why should we even care?
Tell me, how did I end up here?
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In essence, poetry is just like a portrait. You paint the page with your expression and thoughts.