it is a vicious cycle
the things i go through
i fall in love
and then watch as
their feelings deteriorate;
melt away like
snow on a spring day

endless is this loop
of love and hurt
familiar to me now
like an old and well worn shirt
the cascade of clouds
upon a bright day
is almost to be expected

then again
they always say it can rain
on sunny days
i just never expected
you
to be the bearer of it