Worry is a Waste

But I do

The validation your lust offers

Keeps the demons at bay

Like a phantom on the wind

Skin aglow in the afternoon sun

Golden hour has you glimmering

Like the hope that kindles in my heart

I see the smile

Creep across your lips

As a hint of one begins to slip across mine

I always hope that your lips are betraying you

And that cool indifference I often see

I’m forever hoping that the crack I see

In your demeanor is coming from the heart

Embrace that cold rage

Breathe it in

Is to lay on the ground

Let the moss

Or ivy

Cover my brittle bones

And return me

Back to the earth

Shimmering so bright

The wish

That maybe you had changed your mind

That perhaps

Your feelings matched mine

And you couldn’t imagine

Holding yourself back from me

I was wrong of course

I am never lucky in love

Always the rule