When you get into a relationship 

both of you see colors,

Now you will see red mostly

and he will see pink,

Alot of pink,

You both will see the good and the bad in each other,

And as you get past the first couple months 

the honeymoon phase we call it,

He will start to slowly change

like the stirring of creamer in a coffee you bought black,

He calls you nick names as you two playfully go back and forth,

Playful touching, 

Holding hands,

His kisses become so sweet that its like a sugar induced coma every time you kiss,

Like little kids playing on the swings, 

You’re addicted,

You never get tired of seeing him,

Then suddenly he parts his lips and utters a single phrase that sticks to your skin like honey,

“C’mob baby girl, I wanna see you naked, no one but me will see them.”

You say "no"

and he changes the subject to your favorite type of music,

A distraction i call it,

But the phrase won’t disappear from your mind,

“C’mon baby girl, no ones gotta know. Just me and you”

You say "no"

and as time passes,

The playfulness of his inconsistent sexual jokes turn to

consistent questions on when you two will…,

“C’mon baby girl, how long you gonna make me wait? let’s just do it. you’ve got nothing to lose”

Yet he knows that you do have something to lose,

You have everything to lose,

"no!" is the response in your head, 

But instead what leaves your lips are petty,

Useless,

Excuses that he does not want to hear,

“C’mon baby girl. pleeassee? you know i love you.”

The begging, 

Oh! the begging that he does,

Nonstop,

Starts to get annoying,

You start to feel a tiredness sweep over you

and you can’t quite understand why, 

"why now?" 

every time you see him,

The boy you see in front of you 

who you once thought of as a man,

Looks to you like a baby wanting his mother’s breast back to suckle for milk,

Looks to you like he can’t quite seem to comprehend

why you won’t,

“C’mon baby girl”

"Stop!" you say,

Finally,

“I’m not your baby girl. I never was."

And for some reason, 

He’s speechless, 

For the first time, 

“Sorry baby boy, but i don’t think this is gonna work out.”

You say, 

Walking away with a sensational feeling of relief,

Overwhelming you