Disclaimer: The prose, I’m happy to say, is mine. No one else’s. So don’t steal it – you’ll only land yourself in jail.

Author’s Note: A plot bunny that wouldn’t leave me alone. This is from a nameless girl’s point of view. And yes, I know – there’s a little repetition. Oh well.

Love’s twisted.

It really is.

One minute it’s true and faithful – the next minute it stabs you in the back. It’s deceiving and unfaithful. Not true at all.

So many ways it behaves and shapes into different kinds, all sorts of love there is. Some twisted, some honest. Some true, some deceiving. Manipulative.

Love’s many different things. It can be different things. All at once or one at a time. It acts in a myriad of ways.

So why is it twisted? You ask.

It just is. You can’t trust it, nor can you believe in it. Otherwise it’d just hurt you. With no remorse whatsoever, it’ll gladly deceive you. Since that’s just the way that it is.

It can cause destruction. Whether it’s the death or the destruction of a person, a complete, utter, wasteful downfall – or the destruction of everything. People, places, animals – everything. No being would be spared.

It can also destroy you. Bring about your downfall while being traitorous at the same time.

I may make love sound like a disease – but really, is it? No.

Love can hurt you. Hurt you unlike any other emotion or person. Hurt you like there’s no tomorrow. Or any other day.

It can also backstab you unlike any other. Deceive you, making you vulnerable. Pulling a cover, a blanket over your eyes. Love can make you believe one thing and the next moment another thing. Just like that. It knows you’re innocent and therefore takes advantage of that fact. That one, little, über important fact that can change everything. Life’s course. Everything that you know and deep within your heart, love.

Love can fool you. Easily. Just like that. It can fool you to no end. Love can cause you to do crazy things, things that are so unlike you to do, things that you thought you’d never do. Things that make you wonder if you’ve gone crazy. Tricky, it is.

Love’s funny. It can be kind, yet deceitful at the same time. Love can make the world go spinning out of control.

It can make you believe anything. Anything that’s not real, anything that’s real.

Twisted, it is.

Love’s twisted.