Burning Bridges
Once we were fire and gasoline, lighting up the midnight in rooms that never cooled,
Tasting the world on each other’s tongues, reckless as gods, daring every rule.
We built a future out of smoke rings and cinders, promising forever in lips and sweat,
Tearing down our inhibitions, burning boundaries we’d someday regret.
But love became a sport of arson, each word a matchhead, each glance a threat–
We’d fight just to feel the spark, curse just to savor the taste of regret.
You would strike the flint with a phrase, and I’d pour the fuel, wanting to see
How beautiful pain could look when it was shared, how lost two lovers could be.
Bridges smoldered behind us, the planks blackened by pride,
I watched your eyes harden, your laughter turn to something you tried to hide.
We’d fuck like it was the last night on earth, bodies crashing, sheets in disarray,
But when morning broke, all that passion was just another excuse to walk away.
No apologies, just the echo of flames, the stench of something pure gone wrong,
Smoke rising in spirals, ghosting the verses of every love song
We swore we’d never need. We are refugees in a city of ashes,
Branded by each other, but too proud to grieve for what time crashes.
If we meet again, across a river of scorched memories and burned-out chance,
Maybe we’ll smile and remember the way we once set ourselves alight, just for the dance.