sonder

until next year..

I was 14 when it happened first.

Oh sir, I am so sorry for hurting your poor glass ego.

Ungrateful.

So shallow of me.

So shallow of me to feel objectified by you.

So shallow of me for not taking your compliment the way it was intended.

You poor, poor thing.

I was 15 when it occurred again.

Bitch.

You'll spit out like i'm the grossest thing to walk the Earth.

And i'd probably believed that if you didn't just call me beautiful 2 seconds before.

You poor thing.

16 my prime time for you.

This time you threatened a blow.

Right before you asked me if I wanted to blow you.

I just giggled and you smiled.

Oh, did I piece your ego back together?

I'm not too familiar with the masculine mind, so please inform me,

When you ask if I wanted to go the back of your car was I supposed to say yes?

Tease.

More spit.

By now, I'm 17.

By now you'll have worn me down.

Eventually I'll let it happen.

and eventually, I'll kiss you.

Inevitably, you'll share our time with your friends.

They'll call me names.

Spit it out just like you used to.

Whore

Slut.

'I want next.'

I'll pretend like it doesn't hurt.

Well, that's until next year. 

But how was I to know your ego was this fragile?

My apologies, I'll try harder next time.