Love Is A Prank

I can vividly picture the walls
I built around myself and my heart.

How it was difficult to open up,
yet I decided to give them
a chance due to their incessant pleadings.

I allowed them to break down my defences.
But what did they do?

They rather shattered
and drained me completely.

My mouth is sour.
Bittersweet memories
is all I have of them.

I have become public ridicule.
I laugh at times when I remember.

I am the epitome of disgrace.
And I accept it.

You know why?
Because love isn’t real to me.
It is just a prank