Using the wood from the oak tree we met under, we built our bridge.

Bolting pieces together with trust, carefully, and strengthening over time

Creating a once non existent path leading from one spirit to another

Constructed far above a winding river of disloyalty and acrimony

I would meet you in the middle, its weakest point,

and still the bond we built between us would support our insecurities

I was safe with you on our bridge of companionship

I was fearless with you on our bridge of loyalty

We were indestructible on our bridge of unity

So why did I burn it down

*******.

Two words I scream at the top of my lungs.
Pulling from the deepest pit of anger and hatred.

*******.

Words I know I will regret saying and
Words I will probably hear back.

*******,

The easiest way to torch a bridge.
With anger drenched in gasoline, and a lack of self control as a open flame

*******,

I don't even know why I'm mad.

At a table full of acquaintances I tried to speak up. I told them why they had shifted, in my mind, from friends to acquaintances.
But they didn't hear me... or they didn't listen, But in a way, I felt like they knew.