How Misleading

Love;
How misleading it is;
not really knowing what love is,
For it is as a fantasy,
yet we are led to believe it\'s real.
when,
In fact, it is the world greatest lie.
And what we should believe love is,
is nothing more then a definition,
A simple word
found upon the open pages of a dictionary,
And still you say there is truth within it.
What truth,
could possibly be found in love.
Other then,
the one we find amongst ourselves
Which by the same clouded mind
misguides,
and misleads us.

I was one, such misled,
and i had a heart,
once.
But it tore me apart,
leaving me with nothing,
nothing except pain,
and suffering.
And so I\'ve painted my heart black,
betraying all capability for love,
For it was that, which you call love
that left me dead