If you burn our bridge, I will not waste the time or energy to build another. Goodbyes are forever.

I love you as I love the sun,
basking in warmth and comfort,
those life giving rays,
vitamin C makes my skin glow,
as it penetrates my being,
I yearn for it sometimes,
for a brilliant day ahead,
with clear skies and sailing,
though it has dangers,
don't look directly at it,
else be blinded by your light,
don't stay under it's spell too long,
I learned to protect myself,
but it has burned me very badly too.

Cherie Nolan © 2017

There was a poem I wrote before this one
I wrote it somewhere between midnight and morning,
you know, the place where the tides are too heavy
they're cement,
too blue
they're black,
too sharp
they're knives
and you can't help
but drown.
The place where I sank into a well of words and emerged
as black as every single one of my demons.
You know, the place where the feelings come out
and where there is no delete button,
no escape plan,
no Plan A to begin with and no Plan B to end it.
I poured everything onto that poem,
every **** feeling
and every horrible thought that had the audacity to come true.
And when I realized what I had done,
I took that poem
and I burned it—
every drip of ink
and every drop of emotion.

In this fast-paced world
where I was burning out,
you dimmed all the lights
just so I could see
I could still shine bright.

At his touch her beating heart turns to ice
Then he burned her like his last cigarette