If I said we burned bridges that would be an understatement

After being tangled in your sheets for weeks

The bridge did not just burn

It exploded

You slipped away for the hundredth time

Not that it should have mattered

We were just friends

But all I remember is slamming my hands into my steering wheel as the hottest tears streamed down my face

It's been three going on four years now since we've even spoken

But I still miss parts of you

I never met someone so opposite me

And yet who totally understood my inner struggle

The bridge that once connected us

It's gone now

And I have to realize there's no rebuilding this time.