TW: Sexter

"You seem so popular," his message came through,
"Your words are magic, I wish I knew you."
"I bet every boy in school wants a kiss,"
a subtle shift, something felt amiss.

"You write so well, so smart, so sweet,
tell me, does anyone sweep you off your feet?"
The compliments felt like a trap unfurled,
his words turning into a darker world.

"Do you have a boyfriend? Or someone close?
You must get messages from boys, I suppose."
A feeling crept, unwelcome and bold,
his questions heavy, his intent cold.

The flattery now had a sharpened sting,
as he typed things no friend would bring.
I closed the chat, heart racing fast,
knowing this line, I couldn't let last.