This Game Of Love We Play

Love is not a game, infatuation is
A game that must be played to figure out what real love is
The unsettling feeling of uncontainable bliss
And everything you feel you don’t want to miss
Once you’ve started, there’s one way out
A one-way road through misadventure and doubt

One way or another mistakes are made
Back and forth each one is maimed
What used to be then starts to fade
A flame that won’t be tamed
Until brought to it’s peak of destruction
And after you’re left in a state of reduction

Expectation builds then tears itself apart
Everything that was built is broken
Acceptance is left to mend the heart
And broken hearts are now a token
Of what used to be
And what’s left is a smarter version of me.