When love is bad,
It creates dark strains
Of things erased off the paper.
When love is good,
Muscles get pulled instead.
When love is bad,
Tummy's ache,
And nothing you bake in the oven tastes sweet.
When love is good
You can eat dogwood
And digest it perfectly
Even without gravy.
When love is bad,
It's not really love at all.
Something else has come to call
Disguised as love.
When love is good
Then love is real.
There is no need for mask
Or reinventing the wheel.

-jenn