Here we go again
We're sick like animals, we play pretend
You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid
I won't get out alive
Love. It's animalistic, isn't it? And I'm not talking about some sort of kinky roleplay or anything here, just the nature of "love."
First off, there's the thrill of the chase; the actual pursuit of the one you want to be with. You watch them for a while getting to know their ways, their quirks. Then you approach them, get to know them more and develop a strange infatuation. You feel drawn to them, and they're at the forefront of your mind.
Then you finally pluck up the courage to "ask them out." They hopefully say yes, and that's when the protective nature kicks in. They're yours, nobody elses. You don't want them to leave you, so you keep a careful watch over them, and do everything you can to make them happy.
As it gets more serious, you become more and more in sync with each other; moving as one in a way that would remind you of a pack or herd. You know each other inside and out, and you share thoughts with each other.
It seems to be an okay way to be, doesn't it? You know the person, you want them to be happy and you've got someone who'll protect you. But what about when things get messy. Like with a herd, if something goes wrong, then the wrong-doer is excluded. You get pushed away and you suddenly find yourself fending for yourself. Either that, or you fight. Cruel, emotionally bruising fighting. It cuts you deep and, a lot of the time, it's a hurt you won't forget. Where animals would just get the claws out and fight, humans are sneaky and calculating. They know what hurts the most- there's the downside of letting a person get to know you so well. We are capable of tearing a person in two, and we know it. We know exaclty how to do it, and when the time comes- we don't hesitate.
But I guess we're just protecting ourselves. By destroying the other person, we make ourselves seem stronger. We put our guard up by tearing the other person's down.
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