Napalm Run

Burning a bridge.

I feel the cold wrap around like wires to my heart
and the snow glistens as I tread a path toward anywhere but there.
I knew the end was coming then, again.

I was desperate for you.
Like an addict for a fix, a person for confession on those Sundays after sin.
I wanted to just know that you loved me.
Just as I loved you.

Oh how, the years have been so disappointing.
We've slowly rebuilt the bridge that was so fragmented from before.
But. there is only so much plaster and passion you can use to fix fucked up, ya know?

Love can only do so much without action from the other party.
Your indecisiveness is not so much a crutch anymore, but an extension of yourself.
You can't talk without backtracking, and you rescind what you say
We need to burn this bridge and make sure dead it stays.

I feel your soldiers flanking from the north side of the bridge
The snipers posted on that ridge.
But they did not anticipate that this fight would have to end this day
A napalm run
The bridge is gone.
My heart can finally mend.