Wish you would just talk to me
I remember hours of phone calls, we talked about everything and anything
But that’s all left of us, memories
We don’t talk anymore
We sit so close yet a million miles away
Could this be my fault?
Did I hurt you so bad that you changed?
Or are you still trying to figure out if I can be trusted
Was I wrong not to burn this bridge, cos I walked right back where I didn’t want to be?
I sit here nurturing thoughts that traumatize me
I try to displace my emotions by writing but nothing seems to work
Guess there truly is a lesson you learn when you see a bridge burn

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