I am thirteen and I go to school dances with my friends and pretend to not be interested in you

I fall in love with your crude comments about my body

I fall in love with desire

I am sixteen and I go to football games and let you kiss me without interest, collapsing into your bad intentions

I fall in love with your hands on my hips

I fall in love with sin

But now I am nineteen and college is different and so are you

You do not want my lips, but my soul

I fall in love with your hands running through my hair as you hang on every word I say

I fall in love with you