I'd like you to tear open my rib cage.
Not because I'm sad,
Or empty,
Or lonely.
Simply because I trust you'd know what to do.
You seem like the type of man
Who's always imagined what it would be like
To pry your fingers into someone's chest,
And bury your nails within hollowed insides.
Like the type of man
Who would know what to do
When the breathing gets too shallow
While pieces begin to shatter.
And maybe you're the type of man
Who would get down on your knees
To witness the beautiful tragedy before you.
Or maybe, just maybe,
You're the type of man
Who would look upon the pained
And the pleading,
Desperate to feel the destruction,
And laugh in their faces.
Because why should they experience the pain,
When you've been destroying yourself all your life to feel anything at all?
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random thoughts & scrawls
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