Flicker

He was a
flicker
against
my
long days,
but
I kept
weaving
words
into bad luck.

he kept
telling me
to let it go,
but the only thing
we agreed on
was how
stubborn
I was.

I should’ve
stopped
talking
to ghosts
long before
him,
but I was
consumed
and restless
with affection.

he was only
as good
as his last
mistake,
I said
I was forgetful
when it came
to apologies.

he said
he would have
loved me
through
seasons,
but
the sun
was hot
against
my skin
when my name
wore off
his tongue.

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