the overrate

love is overrated 
pretty much your whole
life 
looking
back on it,
you can see
the errors fundamentally.
The expectations so dashing and dashed,
how cocky you were you fool.
You can see.

Or looking forward 
to it with an electric jump,
or wry eyes and fatalism, or
so bled of hope you can't see,
but you carry a deeper imprint
every year. You don't need to see
what you can't stop feeling. You
know not to get your head in
too deep, and with wise eyes,
regard your past mistakes.

You'll be sure to do them
differently this time, 
you've learned, you know
that love is overrated. Except
every moment you're in it,
once doubt is swept away
and despite yourself, you
can't believe it. Can you? 

It's too good to be true 
just then, is part of the problem. 
The other is, you've kind of come 
to know for sure. Love is overrated 
eventually. Except this time