Crazy In Love

The darkness of love she felt,
So strong like a tight belt.
It was eating away at her soul,
So much like a mole,
Eats away at the flesh.
She wanted the light,
But she was too far gone in the dark,
Too taken, too smitten.
She was weak in love,
She was blind in love.
She had loved him as she had loved herself,
And now,
She was paying the price.

The love demon kept calling,
Her lonely heart kept going.
Was love not supposed to be a good thing? She wondered trudging on.
Yet,
What do they say about too much of a good thing?

The darkness beckoned her to a place,
Where she mused on something grave.
The cold is for the bold,
And she was bold, with a soul that was sold.
She could hurt herself, scrape the pain away with a blade like it were dirt.
She could take two pills or three, and silently teleport to a different place.
The truth was,
She was hurting,
And only a similar hurt could cure her!