the evil side of love

You know what hurts most in this messed up world?
Not a bullet or even a stab
Its the average thing we call love
Yet, no one truly understands.

Love always haunts me
Usually when I least expect it
Because when I wake up the next morning
There it is
The thing called love is at my doorstep
And its waiting for me.

Love wants me as its next victim
Pulling me closer to that someone I thought was special
To realize meeting them was just as good as bad

I'm not loves first victim
Or its last
I just choose to outsmart love
And walk away from something that I could of had.