The bridge

I left the house after spliting my heart in two
Heaven knows I'll break my heart clean
Before anyone else can even scratch it

And as I was sipping coffee and reading a book
A boy with hungry blue eyes approached me
And asked me out in the sweetest possible way

I looked at his hunger and recognized my own
My hunger for love, not his, but still love
And before I said "yes", I remembered

The last boy told me "We would cross the bridge
When we get there"
And when we got there, he burned the bridge

So I smiled at the sweet invitation and refused
Added an extra layer of cement to the walls
I have built so recently around my heart

You see, I don't want to be the arsonist
So instead of burning bridges, I choose not to build them
At all.