A bridge connecting two hearts. The hearts are joined, never to be separated.
But then you chipped a piece off the bridge, and it slowly
began to crumble.
The terrible fights, the long lonely nights, and the anger
began to break the bridge more.
Soon the bridge was wobbling and bending, but I couldn’t see
it.
One day, standing on the bridge, it collapsed. A fight that
ended the joining of our hearts.
I fell with it, consumed by my own love, and I drowned in
the loneliness that lay under the bridge.
A bridge connecting two hearts was broken beyond repair,
leaving me in utter despair.
I don’t know if I’ll ever rebuild a bridge and connect my
heart to another’s,
Because I am still buried beneath the rubble of the first bridge,
suffocated by my own stupidity.
The heart’s bridges are flimsy and weak and can break easy.
But I didn’t know that when I joined my heart to his.