In school, they tell you all about the monsters that hide in dark allies and creep around corners
But they don’t tell you about the ones that smoke cigarettes outside the mall,
the ones with eyes so blue that you could swim in them for years and never see land,
the ones with too black jeans and too sweet cologne
They don’t tell you about the ones that pierce you with a look so deep that you never think twice when they take your hand a lead you into loud parties with too much smoke and too many people
You never think  twice when he slips his hand down your shirt because you've never been looked at this way before and my god this feels like love
no.
No.
It isn't until you leave the tenth message that hour and you feel tears slipping down your face and you can't stop the hurricane roaring in your chest that you start to think
And ******* I wish I could stop