Love Trophies Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Love Trophies

Mostly love were written misadventures,
Mostly they were costly and mostly overrated,

Mostly pure foolishness,
Mostly impure fantasies and created fictions,

See the broken branches,
The detached leaves,
The weakened frame of a solitary man,

Allowed to be the singledbest trophies of yesterdays,
See the ruins of Troy and the cities fallen under the name of love,

Love unleashed all kinds of blood baths, suicides, and every kinds of complexity, and probabilities,
What's left are the poisons, the hate and the toxins,

Love hurts the saints and brought out the animal instincts,
To kill or be kill,
The sun to rise and to fall,

At the end of the Pyrrhic days, you accept the ruins, the torn down gardens, and its fallenfoundations.