It's all very cinematic, isn't it?
Storybooks say you can just disappear from someone's life
poof
and they won't feel a thing.
Storybooks say you can decide where to go
Decide who's in your life, who's not
But storybooks lie.
Burning bridges doesn't end happily
just because you can't see the other side.
Because on the other side is someone
feeling trapped and afraid
desperately trying to find enough wood for a ship.
On the other side is someone
feeling hurt and alone
desperately clawing at any chance for contact.
I know you'd prefer it this way
but this island is terrifyingly cold
and devoid of life.
I'd burn myself
suffocate
trying to get across the burning bridge to you.
I'd die trying to find you again
and maybe then
you'd pay attention.
But never now.
You won't pay attention to the screams
as I am burned alive by your cruelty.
You will turn your back to me
walk away
forget.
You have more bridges
you'll be fine.
