I invited him a little ways into my home.
I let my guard down. 
I watched him venture in slightly, and he assumed the invitation included the whole place.
His hands were all over everything in a matter of minutes. 

When I expressed my discomfort, he continued onward without hesitation. He somehow managed to lock me out of my own living space, and all I could do was beg him to leave through the screen door as I watched him ransack the place. 

How did I get out here? 
Why isn't he listening to me? 

He took what he wanted, placed a kiss on my forehead on his way out, and never looked back. 
I wandered back into my once pristine, tidy home in a confused daze. 

Why did I allow him to even look upon my residence? 
The guilt and regret swirled around in my stomach and bubbled up in my throat as I took in all the dirt and grime that now covered my home. 

And now I live in it because it is too big of a mess to clean up by myself, and the last time I let someone in they destroyed it. 

I won't make that mistake again.