bridges

We used words as a weapon
and silence as a punishment
I don’t know now if your silence
is a punishment or a mercy
but I can still imagine your face
as you’re pushing me away in disdain

We burned all the bridges
and built them back up from scratch
rebuilding the parts of ourselves
that might never really heal
but still manage to look whole
if you don’t stand close enough
to see the cracks

And I’m scared you’re lighting fires again
out of strength
out of weakness
out of the desire to burn
your world to the ground
and start again
without all the demons that set you on fire

And perhaps I don’t know how to live without you
perhaps I don’t want to let go
and it breaks my heart
to know that I can't save you
and that maybe right now
you don’t want to save yourself

So when the darkness sets in
and you’ve burned every bridge
that was left standing
remember that I still love you anyway

© Indie Adams 2016