I met you on my 16th birthday.
A friend of a friend.
You were older, a whole five years.
You walked into my party, and I instantly felt the attraction.
Your smile, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
An entire room of people, but I could only see you.
And you, watching me from across the room,
While I danced with my friends.
Putting on a show just for you.
The music turned down, the lights turned on,
You made your move.
My hand in yours, leading me home.
I followed, naive, not knowing what was to come.
And that was the beginning of the end.
– you ruined me.