Flicker

 

He is a flame in the daylight:

Seemingly innocent

To the naked eye,

But painful

To the touch.

Though he leaves

Me

Burned and scarred

I still go back

For more.

Now I ask myself,

“Do I secretly like

The pain?”

Elvis A Jordans

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