Love came and
cracked open my ribcage.
Reached in and grabbed my beating heart and dug its nails in.
not hard enough.
My myocardium stuck on the shards of my ribs like jaggers.
Lacerated and bleeding, still beating.
Contractions spurring more
My chest empty,
a hole where my heart should be
(even though it is technically still there)
you are physically not
(even though you technically are)
And it kills me