In the heat of the moment,
when we are intertwined
by a single thread,
or by a thick rope,
I will ask you
to rip apart my ribs.
Now when I ask you
to do this,
I do not want you
to ponder the
metaphorical meaning
of what this could possibly mean.
I want you to make me
breathe so heavily
that my ribs will
be ripped apart by
the heaving of my lungs.
I want you to take each bone,
and use it in any way you want.
I want you to make more use
of my body than I will ever have.
I want my lungs to be filled
with blood and the idea
of your hands running through
my ******* hair.
There will be nothing left of me
when you are done.
I am fine with this.
But please promise me,
that when I ask you to,
that you will definitely
Rip Apart My Ribs.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
In the heat of the moment,
when we are intertwined
by a single thread,
or by a thick rope,
I will ask you
to rip apart my ribs.
Now when I ask you
to do this,
I do not want you
to ponder the
metaphorical meaning
of what this could possibly mean.
I want you to make me
breathe so heavily
that my ribs will
be ripped apart by
the heaving of my lungs.
I want you to take each bone,
and use it in any way you want.
I want you to make more use
of my body than I will ever have.
I want my lungs to be filled
with blood and the idea
of your hands running through
my ******* hair.
There will be nothing left of me
when you are done.
I am fine with this.
But please promise me,
that when I ask you to,
that you will definitely
Rip Apart My Ribs.
