Burning Bridges

Burning Bridges

A Poem by Daya

How do you end something that never even had a start?

 A fairy tale you created to make you feel less lonely, more alive.

Sometimes knowing what you are getting into makes no difference.

You still fall head over hills and way to fast.

 Keep telling yourself you can easily walk away when the time is right.

That you are strong enough to hide the hurt behind a facade.

Easily move on with your life.

And perhaps you are right.

Life has gotten you good at pretending not to care

At constantly chanting that you are fine.

I wish I had a chance to change your stubbornness

A chance to pull you out of your loneliness

You burned down bridges you never realized you would have to cross again.

You weaken the ones that at the time, offered the most support.

You are drowning and you don’t want to admit you need a life boat.

Unshed tears are building up.

Growing deeper and deeper with every sad song.

Are you alright baby girl?

The answer doesn’t matter, does it?

In the end, there is no one to give you a hug.

To dust you off, tell you to get up.

It’s just you.

You alone.

So please baby girl,

Don’t go burning down these bridges too. 

© 2016 Daya


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You would've been my favourite teacher!
I have always wished one to tell me things like this. At this time none is taught by holding his hands but that's how I can learn. That's why I stay behind. Countless fake castles have been made and fallen flat on my face. Thank you, for writing this and to whatever have brought me here to read this.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Beautifully penned!
I like the theme here...
It's mesmerizing..

Keep writing :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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