Bridges

free verse, various slant rhyme

I'm debating on whether to rebuild burnt bridges,
But I'm not sure it's the best thing to do.
I've been told that it's never good to burn bridges in the first place,
But perhaps it was the best thing I ever did.

I've never been good at burning bridges,
I've never been good at ending it.
But I've never been good at looking into blue eyes and denying them
Of all they wanted, all I could give.

I don't expect you to understand why I burnt this bridge,
I don't understand why I'd want to rebuild it.
Without it in cinders I'd be subject to horrid temptation,
Desire to clutch, touch; all that soft blond hair.

If you never spoke, I swear I could have stayed.
But every word spewed from your lips had such a putrid odor
Of gasoline, and toluene, God, how else could I burn such a bridge?
I lit the match, set it aflame, watched it vaporize into ash,

And felt accomplished.

I ended it, and yes, I miss your gorgeousness.
But the fire was beautiful too,
And it lasted longer than you.

Reviews

[jdog]

this is great. i really enjoyed this. daedal word choice. could you please read this story and tell me what you think http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zzjordan89zz/450998/