Who am I?

I am a fool;
Who knows not that electricity shocks him
Nor that the knife cuts him
Nor do I know that love is lethal.

But alas I am a fool;
Many are willing to take advantage of this
While I am lost
In the bliss of love

They say that love is anesthesia
That it dulls the pain,
But in my opinion
All it does is bring it back again.

And so I am left
to pick up the pieces,
of the fool
who once loved.