I always break my heart myself I think I love a little too much, always ready to give my all with nothing in return Then I meet people who set out or represents to love me Then, I find out it was all a sham, at least I think They never loved me Or maybe I'm just impatient with them Maybe all the intuition is real Maybe they were not real, they lied to me and pretended about their feelings I think I love a little too much and that's why I break my own heart I guess I'm done with the game of love Chasing a feeling I never see nor understand is just too hard to comprehend Maybe the concept of love is flawed Somehow I know exactly where and when the journey ended Chioma Henrietta Okoli