Cracked lips hurt the most.
You learned this when you were young.
Naive and overwhelmed by the things you felt.
You didn’t understand them and so you ignored them.
Pretending that your mind didn’t scream at you,
Smacking at the ****** fingers that tried to pry at the closet doors.
Then you met him.
And you remembered that band aids exist.
That alcohol can clean the wounds that cover your skin.
You were so caught up in feeling something,
That you forgot liquor stings when it hits flesh.