Love lost

While it is easy to do, Love should not be confused with the gifts of Eros, the god of sexual Love and beauty.
Rather I contend that Love is the byproduct of Eris, the goddess of discord.
For Love is a horrible thing.

Love appears when you neither expect it nor want it.
Even worse, when Love does arrive it’s never in equal amounts.

Love finds you when you are weak.
Love knows your every defense.
Love chooses you, because you cannot resist.
Love conquers you, and you submit.
Love empowers you and makes you strong.
Love makes you feel alive, like that which they peddle on seedy street corners.

You come to depend upon Love.
But now, Love is not free.
Love no longer seeks you out.
Love demands its wages.
Love affords no late payments.
Love offers no credit.
Love knows no grace period.
When Love comes to collect it brooks no dissent.

And like that, Love is gone.
Love leaves you a shell of your former self.
Worse, Love leaves you despising that former self.
In its absence, Love reveals your pettiness.
In its absence, Love confirms your weakness.
Love, or rather its ghost, attacks all that you are.
The ghost of Love lost is forever your new companion.

Yet Love’s ghost is not a quiet shadow in the recess of your existence.
This ghost stands a bold watch warding off new incarnations of Eris’ gifts of Love.
Until, that is, you succumb to Love’s charms once again.
It’s worse this time because you already know Love’s euphoria.
Love’s second seduction is easier, because of its inherent threat;
You may never know if Love will come your way again.

There are some that say it’s better to have Loved and lost
Than it is to have never Loved at all. We know this isn’t true.
Love makes us believe that nothing is worst than
Love lost.