Bleed with me.
Leave a few crimson drops on the pavement along with some skin.
Ignore the gravel trying to work its way into your veins.
Just let it bleed.
Leave the band-aids. Those are for wussies.
Ignore the neosporin. If you can fight off an infection, the next step is a wolf.
Just let it bleed.
Leave your soft heart behind. It's not like it's ever helped you.
Ignore that pulling sensation. It's your weakness trying to save that pitiful heart.
Just let it bleed.
Leave your hopes for perfection behind to wander alone.
Ignore the pain of separation. You don't need the annoying idealism.
Just let it bleed.
So, get off the asphalt and come
Bleed with me.
Forget the pain.
Forget the ache.
You're strong now.
You know why?
Because bitter is better than broken.
You know why?
Because bitter is better than broken.
So just let it bleed.
Just let it bleed.
Let it bleed.
--Alis
--Alis
Wow. This was powerful.
ReplyDelete"Leave your hopes for perfection behind to wander alone.
Ignore the pain of separation. You don't need the annoying idealism.
Just let it bleed."
The simpleness of the phrase "let it bleed," rings to me. It's cringing, but in a mentally arousing way.
Thank you for sharing your beauty, I love your blog.
"Leave your soft heart behind. It's not like it's ever helped you."
ReplyDelete"Bitter is better then broken." Like what?? This was just way too good.
ReplyDeleteI love the title of this and this.
ReplyDeletePlease never stop writing ever. You belong in Paris.
"So, get off the asphalt and come Bleed with me." So, I'm obsessed.
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