Love is a broken bottle

It fell to the ground

Shattered in a thousand pieces

The dreams they spoke of are nothing

But dreams

Innocents on their youth

Will believe it is forever

Amateur writers

Typewrite it in poetry

Until one day or another  

Reality hits you 

First punch 

One man down

But the fallen refuses to stay in the ground

Taught never to give up

The knight straights himself up

Back to his feet  

He will rise from the shadows to fight once more  

And then, he continues

Like nothing ever happened

Now it is ok

Everything will be fin…

Ouch!
Right in the stomach

Again to the ground

Still

He abnegates quitting

Goes back again

Rises from his grave

Up and down

Up

and

down

Rises one more time

Just

to

fall

He dreams he will be the winner someday

So wrong he is

Reality is a bitch

Love is a broken bottle 

Broken again 

And again

Shattered into a million pieces

Until the glass becomes

Dust 

Like a tree during autumn

Wind hits it again

And again

Until all the leaves are on the ground

Nothing remains

The hope fades out

Day becomes night 

What happened?

What always happens

Over and over again

Love is a broken bottle

Crushed, fractured, pulverized

Smashed to smithereens

Damaged so many times

Until its glass became unrecognizable

Dust

And you cannot tell anymore

What is bottle

and what is dust

What is love

and what is

Whatever remained

In your pile of ashes

Then rise as phoenix

and try again

Love

Love is a broken bottle

That is probably why

I cannot ever have enough vodka

The bottle is broken