You brought me to the bridge you built
of intoxicated nostalgia and romance fantasies,
and as I crossed to the other side
I evaporated, condensed, and fell as fresh tears.
But I turned around in time to see
my liquid reflection clinging to the rail.
Claws in skin.
You blinded me with a starry night
and paralyzed me with what ifs,
so that before I could react or see
my heart some how got stuck to you.
I did my best to rip it away,
but flecks of you remained.
Wool on velcro.
You laid me down upon my back
and exposed what no one else could.
I was caressed with careful hands of electric current
and silky words like "gorgeous" and "delicious,"
but as the distance grew greater each time
it got harder to hear your song.
Coda to decrescendo.
You hid me in a secret drawer
and while I waited in the blissful darkness,
you always left the light on for her.
She finally broke back inside with her hand-crafted key
made from silver-tongued lies and jewel encrusted promises.
I ran for miles in the opposite direction.
Fading of pictures.
I would have remained that happy not knowing
the bridge led to the end of our beginning.