The Specter of Love - The dark side of love

"Listening for the chirp, the space sounds of my phone
Everything stops when it rings,
My whole body tense, waiting for the vibration of her call
Everything stops when I wait for her
Early morning when it rings, I open my eyes
Everything stops when I wake to her
A text message, proclaiming her need of me
Everything stops when I understand
She is with my friend, he is beating her
Everything stops when I kill"
- Everything Stops, D.M.W. Sager

I take a deep breath. Jealousy. A cruel and unrelenting task master; holding me hostage, threatening my lover with violence. How quickly love turns to anger and hate. How quick that one you love can turn and violate you. Love excels at changing both itself and others. I watch as I leave all I know about me and life; all my beliefs fall to the wayside as I follow hard after what I “love”. I watch my identity crumble in my pursuit, I am consumed by it. There is no escape from its hold, the arms of another fan the flames into white hot tongues of searing pain. I compromise my safety, step into the line of fire, nothing shall prevent me from protecting my love. It's not a person that I protect, it's my feeling. When I find that it's my love that I follow, not her, I am convicted. Love is separate in this deranged sense. Love becomes a living entity in me, demanding I make room for it, controlling my actions and thoughts. Love must be constrained by other rules to keep it in check and keep it pure. I must rise above it. Love, pure good and pure evil. It disguises itself, hiding among other feelings and manifesting in the strangest of ways. The vilest thoughts arise out of “love”. Beware of love uncontrolled, it will easily lead to destruction, agony, and death. Motives that should be pure, are tainted, then, suddenly, drastically, everything stops.

"Do you know what its like to lie in wait for someone? To settle yourself in the cold drizzle of winter, controlling the shivers, quiet, the gun by your side? Eyes strained to see movement in the blackness, heart pumping from adrenalin of the chase. Do you know what it's like to wait to kill the one you love?" - The Specter Of Love

First written in Opinionsofeye.com (http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2012/02/specter-of-love-dark-side-of-love.html)