Rib Cage

Cowards run, martyrs weep
Cyanide in your veins run deep
It's the only side I  saw of you
You are angry and cold
And although I never wanted to,
The more I grew to know

I felt the explosion of that trash of a heart
Splattering across your rib cage
Develop into a rotting piece of art
It was my coming of age 

Now each day I think less of you
Each time there is more I forget 
Except the only side I saw of you 
A memory I regret 

And yet my loss of you
Has made my rib cage like yours
My trash of a heart also failed to escape
The feelings you felt