Used

You let me in,
and I left
my coat
at the door,
letting you
push
every thought
of
‘why not’
against the wall.

Your mouth
against mine
felt like
any place
but home,
and I was
begging for
a way out.

But I didn’t
want to hear
a thing you said
to me
when you
hit the brakes,
because you
used me,
just like I
used you.

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