I was 11 the first time you flashed your crooked smile my way
Swaggering up to me with that innocent laugh
Calling me "darling" and "sweetheart"
Making me believe i was special

I was 13 the first time you found the excuse to feel my body
Constantly crooning soft words into my ear
Proclaiming me as your inspiration
Your muse

I was 15 when I first learned to be truly afraid of your presence
When you called me hot
When you compared us to a couple from game of thrones
When you looked down my leotard

I was 16 when you first made me flinch
Teasing me with playful pokes to the back when i couldn't move
commenting on my homecoming dress
never ending conversations of how you found me alluring