my ribs are a cage, trapping my heart from the consequences of loving.
but you were a warm breath of air, swirling around my chest and slipping through the gaps in bone that nothing else could reach.
i could finally breathe,
after years of a quiet, delaying of heart, it sang a quickened song to the tune of my name escaping your lips.
my name, coming from you, was the song i could never have gotten sick of. your love was the softest feeling i had ever received.
no longer were my lungs slowly suffocating, squeezing my heart,
i now felt the blood pumping through my veins and pooling in my cheeks,
my ribs releasing a heavy sigh i had never known lingered until experiencing the promise of your love.
i am no longer breathing.
the warm air once seeping through my lungs has slowly left with every breath i take, replaced with a cold rattle that never truely goes away, despite the number of breaths i take.
breaths taken that catch in my throat, mixed with salty tears that choke.
my ribs are a cage, trapping my heart from the consequences of loving
and losing.
Last updated on:2026-05-15T14:11:48+05:30
Comments (2)
did writing this out give you even a tiny bit of relief? because this honestly reads like someone carrying around a LOT of grief alone.
yeha it kinda did give me a bit of relief