Dark Poetry
Frayed Ends
The one who loves less wins
Love, a game of tug-of-war, I clung to the stretch, the strain, A rubber band pulled taut between us. You, with a smirk, a cavalier stance, Me, with white, gripping our elastic thread.
I stood firm, believed in the pull, In the tension that sang between our fingers. But love, oh love, is a cruel sport, Where one’s release can whip the other raw, A sting that marks the flesh and soul.
You let go, and the snap was a revelation, A pain that seared through my holdfast heart. The band, once a symbol of our stretched connection, Became the weapon that lashed my open palm.
And there I stood, the fool anchored in hope, Watching you walk away with a freed laugh, While I nursed the welt of your indifference, The rubber band is limp, a reminder of the cost Of holding on too tight, loving too much, In a game where balance is a myth, And the one who loves less wins.
Hearts are put to the test when they are stretched emotionally in love, which is often compared to a game of endurance. An image of a rubber band being stretched to its limit by two people is used in this poem to show this battle.
Realistically, the person hanging on takes the most pain when love is out of balance. People feel more pain when the other person lets go of the relationship the more they put into it. Not equal love leaves people open to being hurt, and letting go hurts the person who is left holding the broken pieces for a long time. When two people fall in love, one side gets hurt emotionally because they held on too long.
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