These Bonds Are Broken

November 8, 2013

i burned down the bridge we built

Threw a lit match, and the flames took hold

(I cried bitterly for the heart you broke,

as I watched our love become ashes,

I cried at how quickly it collapsed)

I fell out of love and it tore me apart.

(I forgot I existed, I lost myself)

(blessed be the broken and blessed be the cursed,

blessed be the empty eyes staring in the mirror)

i threw my phone at the wall

when you told me her name

(don't you blame me for the mistakes you made,

I'm not to blame for the other girls you kissed)

I gave you a dozen chances,

and you still slammed the door in my face

(I gave up and you came back,

begging for forgiveness I'm not willing to give you)

So I burned down the bridge we built

It was fragile and already crumbling.

I threw a match and let it burn.

(You kissed me with poison on your lips

and I tasted the gasoline on your tongue

you cut me open with razors in the form of words

you gave me the match I needed to start this fire,

without even knowing, you gave me fuel for these flames)

(this bond is broken)

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