It Starts with a Smile
It starts with a smile… a laugh…a gesture
Every word he speaks appeals to her poetically
He does everything he can to get her
And she so readily wants love from the man who says she’s pretty
He showers her with attention
And spends every hour with her hoping to leave good impressions
So that she says yes to his question
Prolonging the security of their true love and affection
Days and weeks fly by fast
She thinks that he defines perfection
Now their bond is official and summer’s coming to an end
His love for her grows deeper
And he continues to sweep his girl friend off her feet so he can keep her
He begins to depend on her and cannot seem to comprehend
The fact that school is coming up
And she has other things she must attend
Sports and clubs and advanced courses
So he enforces that she tell him “where she is, with whom, and when”
She loves her social life
But insecurities take over when he sees that she has other friends
A few more months pass by and she apologizes every day
For reasons that she doesn’t understand but does it anyway
“I’m sorry for not telling you what time I got to school”
“I’m sorry for eating lunch with my best friend instead of you”
“I’m sorry for talking to that boy, he’s helping me with literature”
“I’m sorry for falling asleep last night a little earlier”
He begins to make rules for her- whatever he prefers
He checks her phone incessantly so she leaves it back at home
But this creates problems of it’s own
When He calls her 30 times a day expecting 30 answers
She told him that she wants a break and he responds with “no”
Does he own her? Is it normal for other girls her age to feel controlled?
She’s 16 years old, and is scared to be alone with him
If he gets mad there’s no telling what possibly could happen
So she starts paying secret visits to a councilor for a while
Building up her strength, watching sand fall through the hourglass
And after 2 more months it’s over and she puts him in the past
Meanwhile, she’s now 19 and everything is different
Everything is beautiful and her environment is not hostile
But she still looks back and wishes that she never saw his smile
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