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So, thank you

I wish you could have met me when I was happier.
You might have loved me then.
And I don't know why I say "then" like its a time in my existence that I could pinpoint
Because I can't.
And you didn't.

You found me in the exact moment in time when I was
Begging not to be found,
In this headspace where I was praying not to be seen,
And you saw me.

You pulled off my armor with such grace and
Effortless intention,
Until I was standing there right in front of you.
Completely naked,
But comfortably.

My mind was not ready to be this vulnerable, but my heart was so damn
Comfortable.

I was supposed to know better by now.
I have taught myself to be afraid of men.
Men have repeatedly taught me to be afraid of men.
But I was not afraid of you.
I am not afraid of you.

I have been telling myself over and over again that I am too raw to be touched.

My heart never fucking listens to me.
But you did.


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