I don’t know why I fought so hard for so long.
I don’t know why I gave you every part of me that I had to give when you gave me nothing in return-
Or why I let you drain me to the point that even getting out of bed was a chore.
Maybe it’s because I was in love with what we had,
Or I didn’t want to give up on the life you’d promised me.
Maybe it’s because starting over with someone else is terrifying now that I’ve experienced how someone can so easily just decide that you’re not worth the fight anymore.
The waters were roaring under the bridge and instead of crossing the bridge;
I drug myself through the water because thats the length I had always been willing to go for you.
But you never threw me the rope-
And I was drowning.
So I fought my way to the bank and I coughed and I choked;
I spit and sputtered out the water you let me swallow from my lungs.
I made my way up to the bridge and without a second thought I burned it down;
Leaving you and your heart and your pride on the other side of it.
I saved myself from drowning and then I burned down our bridge so I could never look back.
The ashes are quite beautiful.
