I stand at the end of my bridge.
Looking at you.
What are you going to do?
I stand at the end of my bridge.
I pull out my matches.
Looking at you.
I light the match.
Fire engulfing the bridge.
I look at you.
Im not building a bridge for you.
Im burning them for you.
YOU ARE READING
no regrets just love
Poetryis it possible to have so many mixed emotions at once? is it possible to love someone so much... and not have them love you back.
