Guess what? It’s time for Chelsea Anne Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This time the theme is love.
Sometimes…
Love is like a dirty sock.
You smell it a mile away
stealthily hiding beneath a rock.
But you turn it over anyway
to find bugs and maggots crawling ’round
but you don’t mind the stinky bouquet
because it’s love you finally found.
Other times…
Love is like a thug
jumping on you in the dark
beating the crap out of your heart
and leaves you smiling in a pool of blood.
Wondering what will happen next?
You get a nasty screw-you text.
And Then Sometimes…
Love can feel just right
until the day you realize
you were blinded by the phony light
of truths turned into stinking lies.
You feel foolish and oh, so dumb!
And then your heart fades to numb.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is