This bridge we had made for us,
The effort,
and the tears.

Born to pull the weight of us,
only to give in.

I've tried so hard to clay it up,
and mold it down,
just right.

But this fix won't do,
the walls keep peeling,
the floor shifting balance.

This was our home once,
were we slept,
and were we dreamt.

An overnight connection,
a taped up time-bomb,
though overall in peace.

But now i throw these bricks at you,
telling you you're hard-headed,
killing our truce,
and knifing our hands apart.


This is what it's like to bleed,
without really bleeding.

To build our bridge,
and watch it fall,
in silence.
 
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