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.