She is the beauty in barbed wire.

Shiny and strong.
Protective.
Cutting.

Yet as much as she glimmers in the sunlight and glows in the moonlight

she is
terribly
               lonely

for nobody wishes to touch her for
fear of
getting
                hurt

and
                bleeding

her sharp edges tell of jaded hardships and cavalier emotions and
tired
                 eyes

Fear not, for I have waltzed through hurricanes and walked with demons and loved the wilderness too much to be afraid of

a few

      drops

         of blood

or a haemorrhage

                         because
          you
                are
                                       worth
        
                          bleeding
              for.