“Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.”
“Because I am in love. Love is a slow bleed.”
“I’m here Bethie. Loving you. Wanting you. I’m not going to run into a hole and lick my wounds. I’m going to bleed in front of you.”
“Tonight the sky is the color of my heart, bleeding crimson for my love”
“It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.”
“The love of my life came not As love unto others is cast;For mine was a secret wound-- But the wound grew a pearl, at last.”