|This is love. A bloody emotional sculpture of one's inner self.|
One person shares this sculpture with another. But, there is a chance of them dropping it on you, hurting you.
The blood just leaks down now, from your head to your toes. You seem to feel it go down.
Love... Is an emotion that cannot be expressed by words, but only by actions towards another, and how they feel. They share their lives with each other, every emotion, every tear they share.... It's out of love.
After awhile, you seem to realize, everyone around you is a clutz, and always drops love on you by accident, basically giving it back.
That makes you realize... man, love stinks.