Broken Bridge (NaPo #28/30)

*Sigh*....  
Why do you feel you're so high?  
Why do you always have to be early everywhere you go?  
Why do you subtly brag about everything you do  
As if they are such problems and burdens  
Like you are still in your teens?  
I've tried to like you,  
Tried to be "family" with you,  
But I could clearly see,  
That you did not like what I thought, did, was, and wanted to be,  
And you thought way too different from me,  
Way too negatively.  
You slowly broke the bridge, cobble, by cobble,  
Across, I tried to hobble,  
But you didn't want to connect,  
And so I broke what was left of that bridge, but then after a while of neglect,  
Vines started to grow across from your side,  
I burnt the leaves, kept my back turned, and stayed on my side.  
We each built seperate kingdoms that flourished,  
With our personalities...our lives, they've been furnished.  
Now on the rough, broken ends of the stone bridge,  
You've taken each and every ridge  
And carved them into spikes that painfully seep into my brain with each knowing, undermining, action,  
Every time you are here, I try not to take action.  
But also now, the vines crawl down, across the river bottom, and up the supports of my side of the bridge,  
Like a blemish,  
It's poison ivy, and devil's snare,  
Hidden beneath a blanket of moss, you don't even know they're there,  
It's a cry for help, you want to connect,  
But when you try to connect,  
You don't realize, that what you say, comes off  
As more of a show off.  
I don't want to repair this bridge, but I would just like to sand smooth the ends,  
Cauterize the nerve ends,  
It won't ever not be awkward for us, or sad on your part,  
But at least I would like it to not be as painful on my part.  
Stop trying to hurt me,  
By bringing up everything you do that you think I can't do or be.