These Beating Hearts Are Bleeding

Love is like salt. You can't explain it, but somehow, you just know. 

Salt. Salt heals wounds when they are bleeding. At a price. A raging flash of searing pain. And it lingers. And you remember...

All of these beating hearts in the world. Blood. A symbol of love is constantly pumping and pumping. Love is constant. Love is reliable. Without it, life is dead. 

All of these beating hearts.

These beating hearts are bleeding. 

These beating hearts have love rushing through their veins. Yet they're choosing to bleed. Bleeding out. It's a cry for help. All they want is more of it. They want more blood. 

Or do they want more salt. Either way they just want love. Sometimes love is salt. It's painful. But at least you know it's there. At least you know you're capable of love. 

Other times love is the rush of blood running through your body. We crave more and more. 

So why do the majority of us choose to bleed? Too many. Too many deep cuts. Too many people ignoring love. Too many people attacking it.

Too many of us refuse to let it heal. Too many of us are scared of the salt. Too many of us just want the thrill of blood. So when the wounds come, we just let it bleed. 

We bleed and bleed. And our hearts get tired. 

Wake up! Can't you see that you are bleeding! Eventually you are going to fade to nothing. Eventually you will feel nothing.

First start by stitching up yourself. Use salt. Salt is confessing to your parents. Salt is admitting that you are wrong. Salt is letting in the people who care about you. 

These beating hearts need changing. The world's got it all wrong. Hearts don't beat to bleed. They beat to love.