But the petals insist that i'm loved?

 

Falling.
Falling down. Falling in love.
Both hurt like hell, but there is just something about the pain.
Something beautiful. Something real.
You fall down. You bust your knee open. Your knee bleeds.
You fall in love. You bust your heart open. Your heart bleeds.
Touching the wound hurts, but at the same time is satisfying. You put your finger over the gash in your knee. You see the blood pool around your fingertip, and suddenly you feel more alive.
You bleed.
Touching the wound hurts, but at the same time is satisfying. You put an entire person into the hole in your heart. You see the emotions pool around their presence, and suddenly you feel more alive.
You bleed.
You fell.