Love Is A Losing Game

Love is a losing game.
I’ve played it twice and twice been shamed.
Always hesitant to begin
But I never listen to the voice telling me I can’t win.
I stubbornly fall for it every time
And every time pay for my crime.
It always starts the same with a similar end
Beautiful at first and then never again
Perfection twists beautifully into a meld of massacre.