Two Can Play

I wake up
missing you
and by nightfall
I can’t even remember
why it ever mattered.

What happens in the course
of a day to take me from
affection to amnesia?

I am grateful
for the memories
and the easy way
they dissolve.

In the end
you are only
ammunition and
as a result you
have never been
more precious.
It’s a risky move, to let me in to your life. You will never again not be kindling in the fire of my words. I feel a little badly sometimes, reducing people who used to mean so much to caricatures of what they used to be in my life but really, what else am I supposed to do with all that backstory?


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