obsession

Your love is fierce, ebony burning coals so dark with the heat of feeling they glow blue around the edges. Your love, deep and ever present, swallows everything in its path … im still trying to regain my breath from drowning. 

But not all love is good.

Too busy trying to wade in without my safety rings, I innocently missed the darkness of your waters.  Like a predator with its prey, you enjoyed your hunt with me, I was naively coy, rolling over for you to strike again believing in the shallow promises and empty words, your love blinded me, seared me with its heat.  The sun always rises but it always has to set, an impulsive woman who has climbed a thousand stairs, and every step you stepped apon you broke my heart. 

So I wonder, is it really love? When it is not directed for another person yet involved in capturing another just to toss them upon your pile of drowned victims?  Your love is an obsession, madness to the ninth degree.

And I.  I don’t know who I am.