u/Cultural_Ice7787

The body pumps gallons of blood during a lifespan; so much so, that it’s referenced a lot in movies and other forms of entertainment. However, what about the blood you can’t see? The mental anguish of opening my chest and tearing my heart out as it floods all of the remaining crimson on the floor. At the mercy of my lover’s feet. What’s so good about a heart that bleeds if it can’t talk to you, walk with you, or give you that burning passion that makes you want to hurt yourself? Sometimes it’s so easy to get caught up in the physicality part of obsession that everyone forgets the mental and spiritual desire to be merged into one intense form of love. That love combines the very essence of attraction and desire that blood shed can no longer compare as a form of offering/intimacy.