chasing v odka with popsicles

You told him how hands on your body make you feel like you're 18 again The word no coating you like tissue paper armor in a thunderstorm You told him how you stayed Because you can't accuse someone of breaking and entering if you forgot to lock all the windows You told him how one of the last firsts you had was torn away like old wallpaper in a house you weren't ready to remodel He let himself in one day when your guard was down And trust grew like dandelions Wild and uninhibited And it's hard to tell which hurt worse Being broken into Or letting him in Allowing him to tour your wounds like a museum And adding his work to the exhibit before leaving

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