Love Stinks Sometimes
It’s a game of snakes and ladders Sometimes
Love Stinks Sometimes
You give your all — still, it’s not enough,
Hold tight, yet they loosen the cuff.
You stay, steady through the storm’s embrace,
They vanish when the winds misplace.
A bitter bloom, a silent ache,
A heart that bends but dares not break.
Love, a promise wrapped in rust,
A dream that crumbles into dust.
It’s words unspoken, lips gone cold,
A story halved, a hand untold.
A quiet war, a losing fight,
A flame that dies without a light.
So love stinks — raw, unkind, unfair,
A hollow touch, an empty stare.
And still, we chase its cruel design,
Hoping hurt might turn to shine.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Great poem
To me a poem of hope in this aspect of living life. Good job.
This is awesome