the truth about love.

I no longer care to know the truth about love,
because any number of times,
I have had my heart broken by it.
the truth of the matter is,
there is no truth,
when it comes to love.
I fear nothing,
when it comes to matters of the heart.
I want to understand,
but there is nothing left understand.
it will get better then this.
it all ends much to soon.
and I will have my heart broken again.

the truth about love is out there somewhere,
waiting for someone to trip over it.