The Illusion Of Love Poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri

Love can be like plastic, pleasing to the eye
But harmful to hold, a toxic surprise
A trial to keep, especially when trust is key
Understanding elusive, misery and pain set free

Sometimes love misleads, regret seeps in
You've found the one, but they refuse to commit within
They play the game of false love, with dishonesty and guile
Misusing trust, mistreating hearts, all the while

True care and honesty are cast aside
Leaving only vain regret, a heart that's died
For in the end, they've lost a precious pearl
Trading it for a fake, a love that's lost its whirl

Regret comes late, but comes it does
A bittersweet reminder of love's illusions and abuse.