Love is nothing but a chaos

Every night I wake up to nightmares,
drenched in sweat and teary eyed,
haunted by the times gone astray,
later to console myself away -
it's all a bad dream and never dismay.
Love was a beautiful chaos, I'd thought,
but to my surprise, it ain't naught,
with all the arguments filled with filth,
doubt and hatred, later to assail,
till one may satisfy and walk away.
The vows and the promises made,
were now ignored and condemned.
The pain is just too real, like hell's fire,
consumed by selfishness and denial.
The heart aches, unable to unravel,
for the incomplete and naive harmony.
Having realized, I would say,
Love is nothing but a chaos,
enveloped in pain and despair,
The wise get over it and,
rise above all, like the sunshine,
and fools, live in the darkness,
with broken wings and retreat.