I can imagine how it looks, as I burn our bridge.
but honey, i didn’t know you’d doused it in gasoline before you handed me these matches to play with.
and we both know you have a love for fire that you no longer have for me.
so despite how it looks, i thought we were just playing at first. maybe you did too.
but this bridge is so beautifully lit now and I need the fire to thaw my heart.
















