A Love both Beautiful and Bruising
A confusing game, that's hard to see
Complicated relationships, like tangled vines
Twisted and knotted, a constant grind
Love and hate, a delicate line
Heartache and pain, always in kind
Feeling trapped, yet also free
Wanting to leave, but also to stay
A confusing game, that's hard to see
A constant push and pull, every day
Jealousy and trust, at constant odds
Fears and insecurities, forever gnaw
The past haunts, and future bodes
The present is lost, in emotional awe
But despite all this, the heart still beats
Holding on to hope, and the possibility
That love may yet conquer, all defeats
And in this complicated relationship, find unity
But at the end of the day
The status remians
"It's complicated"
About the Creator
Ewuranna Smith-Quayson
I create stories in my head all day about major things and really simple things; from things i learn and see and from things I experience.
I'm here to share all those stories with you😄
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