watercolor thoughts [completed]

xxxxv | b r i d g e s

bridges

i. 

some burn bridges

to keep some distance, 

i burn bridges 

to stop myself from crossing them. 

the smoke still chokes me, 

i am made of flame and ashes. 

the more bridges i burn, 

the more trapped i get. 

ii. 

humans are made of kindling, 

but what is stronger than a human

heart? 

beat up and beat up again, 

steady rhythm keeps matches 

lighting one after another.

(sometimes,

i'd rather have a wood heart instead)

i burned bridges,

my fingers are charred ashes. 

iii. 

my lungs fill with smoke,

my cells pulse of carbon dioxide, 

my bones are wood,

my eyes are embers. 

it is when you've burned so many

bridges that the last victim

is yourself.