Once

I thought I fell in love once, but how I quickly came to see.
True Love is overrated, not meant for one like me.

I left myself open, entrenched and blinded by love's design.
Engulfed by its passion, utterly lost in space in time.

Knowing the end was inevitable, still I made this dubious choice.
And felt a pain immeasurable, when I listened to my heart's voice.

What is love but a feeling, a word often used in jest.
An ephemeral emotion, not worth the time to develop and invest.

A captivating story, ending only where it starts.
An all-too predictable cycle, this game of broken hearts.

Though yielding temporary happiness, it ends in bitter grief.
The absence of all hope and faith, of comfort and relief.