Bleeding My Heart Out for Love

Bleeding My Heart Out for Love

I gave you my heart in quiet ways,

Not wrapped in ribbons, just open and warm.

You took it softly, then turned away,

And left me standing in the storm.

I tried to hold what couldn’t stay,

The air still whispered where you’d been.

Your name still burned the edge of night,

Like fire that wouldn’t give in.

I bleed in thoughts I cannot show,

In dreams that never seem to rest.

Each memory cuts, a tender wound,

Still aching somewhere in my chest.

I walk through streets that look the same,

But everything feels torn and small.

The sky still glows, the people laugh,

Yet none of it feels mine at all.

If love was meant to heal the soul,

Then why do I feel half-alive?

Why does your face still haunt the glass,

Each time the daylight starts to dive?

I tell myself I’ll let you go,

But love is stubborn, wild, unkind.

It hides in corners of the heart,

And bleeds again inside the mind.

So here I stand with nothing left,

Just echoes of the nights we knew.

I bleed my heart out for this love,

And every drop still falls for you.