If Only

That day in class, thats where it all started, if only I had known what would become of it. That damned smile of yours and that laugh that was so contagious, I looked at you and you looked at me. I wish I could have seen the evil hidden underneath your hungry yet soft eyes. Time passed and you went from texting me, to calling, and from calling to picking me up in your car. Maybe you were lonely, maybe you were hurt, or maybe you just simply knew how naive I truly was. You went from kissing me to throwing me down, from throwing me down to pinning me, that's when I should have left. But every time I thought about leaving you pulled me back in. You knew you had me wrapped around your finger, you would pick me up just to throw me down, and I told myself , "it's because he loves you". But you never did, you loved what you knew you could do to me. I remember that night, that night I realized that you didn't love me. I remember the cold and emptiness take over your once inviting eyes. And I still wonder why you did it, why did you? Was it because I was different? Or was it because I was just like everyone else. If only I had known.