A bridge connects two ends together.

The sky above, clear and blue.
The river below,calm and soothing.
Those constructed without care and concern are not one to last.
Lack of attention results in it losing its shine,
becoming rusty and covered in moss.
As time passes,the sound of the steps of two lovers passing by is replaced by a vociferous creak.

The sky above,cloudy and grey.
The river below violent and wild.
The gust of wind makes the bridge tremble.
The deafening sound of thunder sends shivers down the cables.
The rain makes it slippery.
It is now ever so dangerous and unstable.
Lightning strikes it,a surge of perplex anger and outrage courses through.
The bridge weak and tired,gives up and crumbles.
It drowns in the currents of despondency and grief.
The sound of the pieces plunging into the water almost resembles a sigh of relief.
Its over. The damage is done. All ties are cut.

Now the two ends are disconnected.
You on one end,and I on the other.
I pick the pieces up one by one.
It's plain to see you don't really care,
for if you did, you wouldn't just stand there.
So instead of putting the pieces back together,
I used them to build a wall.
I promise to make it last forever,
this time I won't let it fall.

Bottled up emotions;
Shards of a broken heart;
Cans full of empty words;
Expired faith.
Cracked jars filled with a mixture of sadness, hurt and grief leaking out every second.
Packets of crumbled hope;
Sweet wrappers torn and crumpled;
Half eaten dreams...

I thought my emotions died,
but they were alive all along;
they all come scribbled out in a poem or in a song.

I thought I was fine,
but it was apparently lies.
The evidence were the tears escaping from my eyes.

I thought you were genuine,
But I found out it was fake.
Never realised I was someone you wanted to break.

Now, I think it is the end.
Do you think so too?
Hopefully,this is yet another thought
I'd prove myself not to be true.