Evil Love

by Ella Fields

Funny how when we cracked open our souls in the dead of night, the things we told ourselves didn’t matter seemed to be the things that mattered most.

Love was evil. It stole, and it harmed, and it left you with your bleeding remains flayed wide for the world to dissect. It left you to run and hide as though you’d done something shameful. For many of us were ashamed when our hearts were no longer our own, and the thieves refused to give them back. We were hurt. We were embarrassed. We were disappointed in ourselves for entrusting someone with something they’d never earned in the first place.