Saturday, September 15, 2012

worst is when


worst is when
I believe,
like them,
that love’s a feeling:
pink & diaphanous,
not:
motion,
energy,
action –
sustained
in an otherly direction,
unrehearsed.

worst is when
faith in love dries on lips
parched
with goodbyes
falling  
over deserted skin –
once open, 
smooth and fearless...
now cracked with thirst.

worst is when
they say
I Love You, and...

no...

worst is when
they mean it,
and 

believe it –
forgetting words are weapons,
sharp
in all directions...

burdened with
a curse.

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