hammering down nails

i was raised to fight tooth and nail for the people that i longed for that sometimes love required a little blood to seal the deal maybe i loved kindly once with my whole heart and soul maybe i loved softly once like feather kisses on the forehead maybe i never truly felt love at all because the hands that take my heart between cupped palms always want to coddle, never harm and i don't know what to do when they don't make me bleed