The Bleeding That Love Demands

Love takes pain— it bleeds you long before it dries you out. Only those with blood to spare survive it. It takes so much to live through that bleeding. A needle— that’s all it takes. Love finds an infinite number of them. Like thorns beneath rose petals, it hides in beauty and pierces without warning. It won’t ever leave you alone until it drains your blood completely. Drop by drop— like rain softening the earth until it becomes mud, until you can’t stand without sinking. It finds cracks, like sunlight through broken trees, like water slipping into stone— slow, persistent, ruthless. It returns again and again, a tide that knows where you’re weakest, until it has everything it needs. It knows you are vulnerable. It watches how the wind bends you, but never breaks you. And somehow, that vulnerability keeps you from giving up. You carry your wounds like wildfire scars- burned, but still breathing. It takes someone true to survive.