love is a rose, with delicate petals you could crush with a single touch
and sharp, sharp thorns that rip and tear at your bare hands.
love is a heart that beats just for you, something you cannot live without
a pulsating bloody mass of muscle just waiting to be ripped out of your chest.
love is a ribbon tied in a bow, all flowing scarlet satin
pulling tighter and tighter until it strangles.