Donut

The trouble with love,
is it doesn't care how hard you fight,
how long you cry,
or how much you will it.

Like a tender muscle you just pulled,
love twists the knife until you bleed.

Once it sees red it draws back its malicious ways,
open you up,
and fill your soul.

It's similar to a custard filled donut.

You have to pierce the soft exterior,
to fill it with its thick, delicious ingredient.

Once it's implanted,
others can find that surprise,
 and savor it as much as you do.