Humans do not understand the weight of a bleeding heart.
To purposefully bleed yourself of your own life source is a death sentence,
unless you have someone to patch it.
The elements understand.
Rainwater to wash the wound,
Wind to dry it.
Ground to patch it,
Fire to cauterize.
When I’m with you, I don’t want my heart sealed,
I want it to gush so you may feel my love rain onto you.
I would bleed myself dry if it were to give you more life.
I would die for you.
I would live for you.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
Humans do not understand the weight of a bleeding heart.
To purposefully bleed yourself of your own life source is a death sentence,
unless you have someone to patch it.
The elements understand.
Rainwater to wash the wound,
Wind to dry it.
Ground to patch it,
Fire to cauterize.
When I’m with you, I don’t want my heart sealed,
I want it to gush so you may feel my love rain onto you.
I would bleed myself dry if it were to give you more life.
I would die for you.
I would live for you.
I’m working on being vulnerable and adequately expressing it
