Mongoose and Snake— A tale of love that never plays fair, but never lets go.

We met not under calm blue skies,

But in the heat where ego flies.

No gentle breeze or quiet grace —

Just sparks that danced from face to face.

You came with fire in every word,

I hissed back truths you never heard.

Our love was not of whispered dreams,

But tangled roots and shouted themes.

Your fury burns, so wild, so fast —

Mine coils silent, holding past.

You strike in daylight, raw and loud,

I wait till dusk, behind the cloud.

Still, we orbit, round and round,

Two warriors tied to battleground.

The bed turns cold, then warm again —

Our touch both comforter and chain.

We’ve broken plates and slammed the door,

Yet somehow stayed to fight once more.

I’ve packed my bags a hundred times,

You've stormed out under moonless skies.

But every time we almost fall,

Some softer part inside recalls:

The way you check if I’ve eaten still,

The way I laugh against my will.

We argue sharp, with venom and flame,

But never call each other names.

Strange how the war that makes us bleed

Also waters love’s buried seed.

We're not the couple poets write —

We’re made of chaos, rage, and light.

But in this mess, this raw display,

There’s something real we can’t betray.

Not prince and queen, not dove and breeze,

But you and I — just never at ease.

We’re not soft verses, smooth and sleek —

We’re mongoose, snake — both fierce, both weak.

But when the fire burns too bright,

And shadows swallow all the light,

When every fight becomes a war,

And love feels like a closing door...

If every word becomes a fight,

And silence fills the darkest night,

If feelings crushed, ignored, denied,

Leave you alone, torn deep inside —

If blame’s the game, and none will own

The hurt that’s grown, the seeds they’ve sown,

If “sorry” feels just words to say,

But never true, then walk away.

If fear controls the things you share,

And peace is lost in constant snare,

If you walk soft, afraid to speak,

Because their temper’s rough and bleak —

If love drains life, and hope runs thin,

If trust is gone, and pain seeps in,

Know this isn’t love’s pure light,

But shadows cast in endless night.

No bond is worth a soul that breaks,

No promise worth the heart it takes.

You deserve respect, and space to grow —

Not chains of pain that bind you so.

Yet when the world turns hard and grey,

You’re still the one I choose to stay.

Not for peace, not for the show —

But for the fire I’ve come to know.

And maybe that’s our kind of grace —

A tangled love, not neat or chaste.

No fairy tale, no perfect stake —

Just you and me — the fight we make.