I've been ripping you off my rib cage.
We planted a garden in that spot.
The roots of every flower are gripping there.
They perfectly intertwine with each rib I shared.
They won't let go of the bones inside me.
They've been wrapped around quite beautifully
But you've gone and so must they.
Instead they grow strong each day.
They need to be uprooted.
They aren't welcome anymore.
They are tearing each rib apart slowly.
They've been digging to get to the *****
That heart that's down there somewhere.
They desire remembrance.
But the ***** is hiding deeply.
It is to painful to remember.
But the war won't stop.
The two sides battle.
As the heart sinks in.
And the roots dig in.