What a terrible fate
To have this heart I live with.
To have hoped so tirelessly,
Just to be let down
time and time again.
Though I know I’m not the only fool.
I still wouldn’t be so cruel,
To blame another for my downfall.
No, I had always been living in truth
But I was the one who was in denial.
The one who hoped,
When past and reason knew better.
But now I see it for what it is,
Frivolous, dreadful, hopeless.
That is what love is,
Self inflicted torment.
Pain to the highest degree.
My participation trophy
For being foolish enough
To have tried to play
Thinking I could win anything.