The Dark Side Of Love

The Dark Side Of Love

*This poem is not meant to rhyme*

My old home.
Familiarity and loneliness.
Why?
What happened?

Sadness... yes.
The one I love is nowhere near.
Does he love me?
Part of me thinks so,
Part of me is hoping.

I am pathetic.
To me, I sound obsessed.
To anyone else... I am me.
A facade to cover it up.
Laughter and preoccupation.
They do not need to know.
They do not need to worry about something...
Something that is entirely my responsibility.

Something evil lurks around...
Tainted. Disoriented.
I sense it.
I worry for my love. My friends...
My family.
Will it try to brainwash them?
I believe so.
Deflection is in order here.

How much longer can I keep this facade up?
This pain is almost unbearable.
Smothering me.
Why do I fret?
I should not worry.
There's nothing to fear about and for him... or anyone else.
Right?

I hope love is not the case.
The cause of this evil.
The darkness is spreading.
Devouring the light.