Temporary Ink

Love gets treated like a game    
heart strings are plucked and pulled    
harmonious melodies elude    
out of tune, every song the same...    
unsure where to place the blame    
   
Lonely, pure hearts are fooled    
yet all are forced to suit up and play    
asked to serve their heart as a gourmet buffet    
risking exposure to horseplay and soul decay    
scrambling to avoid being scorched in the flames    
   
But these days,    
seems ‘winning’ accomplishes nothing...  
unconvinced there’s anything of value to gain  
Is the search for love worth the pain?    
love appearing as nothing more than a soul leeching drain  
   
Love    
has lost its charm    
as morality and values putter    
over time,  it became  
a mishmoshed teeter totter    
of uneven give and take    
as people desire every blissful drip    
from love’s canteen    
while unwilling to give the same    
staying true to poor love hygiene    
through hell or high water    
   
undependable, inconsistent lovers expecting consistency    
liars crusading for honesty    
vengeful souls demanding amnesty    
fakes claiming real is rare  
allergic to authenticity    
undercover haters alleging to have your back -tried and true    
serial cheaters with ‘loyal’ tattooed upon their flesh    
false advertisers confidently backing their own trash    
What you see is never what you get    
   
So much heartbreak could be avoided    
loves promises left umthwarted    
If givers of love arrived    
with honest intentions from the start    
Rather than attempting to toy and gamble with another’s heart    
knowing the masquerade will inevitably fall apart    
leaving affections to turn bitter and tart    
 causing trust to quickly depart    
   
Still they choose to roll the dice    
assuming borrowed time will suffice    
for them to take just enough    
before their unwary love supply calls their bluff    
   
Promises written in invisible ink    
disappearing before the naked eye    
pen left dripping from love letters drenched in tears of betrayal, bled dry  
memories rendered to ash    
mirages of love dying in a flash    
   
Time and time again    
life has proven, it’s undeniably true    
loyalty is nothing more than  
   
a temporary tattoo