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 

I 
believe it –

forgetting words are weapons,

sharp

in all directions...

burdened with

a curse.