Bridge

Still writing about ... him ..

I miss you when I can't write. Or when I see happy couples together.

I can still picture you, when I close my eyes sometimes. I'm still looking for pieces of you in other people. And I know its wrong because its unfair to others but then again there is only one you. It terrifies me how much you can have a hold of me. I'm powerful and strong with others but when it comes to you, I'm like the weakest object there is. You scare me, but not the kind of 'scared of my life' type of scared. It's the scared of knowing you can shatter who I am, what I feel, my insides, and my ability to ever leave. Then later on, we just end up breaking each other, so I'm not that sacred anymore. I still know who I am, but you did make other things difficult for me. I can't reach my inner feelings, I can't express myself how others can, my insides feel lost and torn, and I still can't move on from you. I know that when we were reaching our final ends, I acted like I didn't care but it was only because I knew I was going to hurt a lot. I got selfish, I was only looking out for my feelings, and that's when I forgot about yours. I didn't realize how lucky I was with you. You were right, and I hated that. So I flipped tables and burned bridges. Little did I forget that you were one bridge I never wanted to burn.