i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, whispering quietly to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're here. I love you, I do. Do not cry, do not worry about the future, or the fire inside you. Live now, I say, we'll cross that bridge when we reach it.
Yes, i say, words misplaced in his hair. But will that be before or after I burn it down?
written august 17 2008 at 12:21 pm & september 28 2008
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