Violent Acts Of Passion

Love is healing one another’s wounds; to create new ones in return and heal them too, in time; to mend the unbroken and to break the unbreakable.
My heart has been an open wound for years and could use some mending.
So please don’t refrain from cutting it open for all to see.
Split the artery in two; you’re just opening old wounds, picking at capillaries. I’ve bled and I’ll continue to bleed for you; a crimson promise never to be broken despite the broke person that made it.
Just say the word and I’ll commit violent acts of passion for you.
I’m content bleeding just for you.
Like Evan and Brian, hold your dagger high because this too won’t end without a fight and let’s seal this with blood.
Mutilation never looked so flattering.
My name in your skin never looked so tempting.
You’re blushing at the prospect of this violent elation; stop being so careless with someone who isn’t at all careful.
In the end, we only mirror each others actions and I can see your cracks; those are the acts we always fall to commit.
You should be more careful, I’d gladly bleed for you.