At first, he makes you feel loved; Safe, even,

He treats you like a queen,

Shows nothing for you to disbelieve in.

Then you see him look at you through nothing but lustful eyes,

Yet you still believe in all of his lies.

He tells you he loves you,

Makes you think he'll change.

Though when it's late in the night,

He asks you for pictures,

It doesn't feel quite right.

Yet you continue to do it.

You fall for his traps,

It is something that you do not want to admit.

When you tell him, "No",

He manipulates you,

Makes you feel bad,

As if you are in the wrong.

The realization hits you like a strong current at sea,

He loves you for nothing more than your body,

He wants to see you undressed,

You cannot seem to rest.

You feel ashamed,

As if you are an object.

The question pops up in your head:

When does a man become a monster?