Playing with Poetry

Love and Cancerous Drugs

First time to discover,
Quick to spread and unpredictable,
A trust questioned.

Tingling on skin,
Face hot,
Forget to breathe.

Unspoken words,
Uncertainty and suspicions,
Shifty glances and nervous smiles.

Strained phone calls,
Counting the seconds,
Feigned conviction.

The reality of it,
Versus
“Bolshie optimism.”

I WANT TO HELP,
And, Don’t Worry About It,
Exasperated but impossible to abandon.

Then,
Regret and sleepless nights wasted,
They always leave you, futile.

~H