I’m losing you
a little more everyday.
I feel the cord around my rib
stretch and pull, fraying.

Why do the ones I love
always leave me broken.
One rib after another
snapping from the pull.

Soon all my ribs will gone.
The little protection
my heart has
will cease to be.

Then the strings will
tie around my heart itself.
ripping it apart until
the beating stops.

—  Broken Ribs//A.A.M.