“Love Me Loud or Leave Me Bleeding”

Love isn’t soft. Not here. Not with me.

It’s not flowers and hand-holding.

It’s nails digging into skin, breathless nights, teeth on collarbones.

It’s jealousy that tastes like sugar and gasoline.

It’s wanting someone so bad it hurts — in the best way.

I don’t do lukewarm.

If you’re gonna love me, do it all the way or don’t bother.

Pull my soul out through my lips.

Ruin me a little. Ruin me a lot.

Just don’t play it safe.

I crave connection that leaves marks.

Memories that bite back.

I want love that makes me lose sleep, lose sense, maybe even lose myself a little — and still go back for more.

Call it toxic.

Call it too much.

I call it real.

So no, I won’t tone it down.

I want the obsession. The chaos. The all-night, all-in, all-over-you type of love.

Because if I’m not on your mind like a prayer and a curse at the same time… what are we even doing?