It's a Full Moon Darling

Love can be deadly. It aches. It burns through your soul and leaves you shaking... As the shadows creep into the crevices of your heart and mind. Love can be beautiful as well. The glances and the touches that leave your body begging for more. The flush of blood in your cheeks as your chest pounds so hard in your ears... Everything has a mask. Perhaps love has it most. A well disguised plaque that cannot be escaped. I wish not to find that love , to feel it's rocky exterior as it rains over my head, leaving me bloodied and bowed. I wish not to find that love, it's feathery touch against my breast as it flutters against the wind. Love has its secrets. It's beauty. It's chemical connections. This is all people see. Not the fear or the true torture it is. Love has its secrets, it's darkness... But I suppose, I've become a subject to this darkness too... I can try and hide behind my mask and bloody head, but I was not prepared for when he would come into my life. Danger, betrayal, blood... The world will burn. The world will suffer because of our unity. Innocent lives lost. Behind no meaning. I can pretend that love does not exist to me, burning within the thresholds of my mind. But when The Darling came into my life, the future was already set. And for now, I'm OK with that.