#Burning Bridges

[ohihopeicanchangethislater]

I got inspired to make this after spending more than 5 minutes on Facebook (I know better but I'm looking for a TV so I was checking marketplace but I'm easily distracted)

[reality-detective]

[dabiconcordia]

“I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.” ― Laura Chouette

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[askganon]

Sir, I ask for your wisdom.

As someone who had lived for millenia, I am sure you may be able to help me.

There is a person I miss deeply. We once were close, but I had to burn the bridge. Problem is: it haunts me. All the good and bad we had haunts me, and while I know that I have to move on, I find it very hard to do. Do you have any wisdom on the matter of letting go of the past?

I do indeed. There have been a few in my service who, for one reason or another, earned the necessity of immolation.

It can be a difficult thing to sever ties with those whom you once considered close. After passions cool over ages, it can be even more difficult to keep said ties severed.

Some people are indeed capable of change. Capable of understanding their faults and truly aim to undo or at the very least deal with the damage they have created. Such ties may be worthy of reconnecting.

However, do not forget the reasons said bridges were burned. Also remind yourself of the person those individuals used to be, and whether or not those that you have parted from are the kind that can change, or merely appear to change to gain the opportunity to exploit you once more.

In short, bridges can always be constructed. Just be sure their foundations are solid on both sides before devoting time to build.

[noname-404s-blog]

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[darkpoeticsoul]

I like to burn bridges while I'm still standing on them, so people know I'm serious about my crazy.

[same-skies]

Silence’s chasm

I set the bridge on fire, a perfect self-sabotage,

And I’ve never enjoyed hiding behind this mirage,

But the truth is that I miss you more,

I hate the silence now more than I ever did before.

I guess somewhere between saying hello and goodbye,

I got used to having you by my side, it didn’t feel like a lie,

The embers still seem to smoulder, the memories aflame,

In every moment, your absence whispers your name,

But I can’t do more than watch the bridge crumble to dust,

A fragile connection no longer built on trust,

And as the flames dance, the fire burning what once was,

I wonder if there’s any chance we can survive this loss,

Maybe we were architects of our own undoing,

Putting up barriers, breaking the love we were pursuing,

As I watch the ashes settle, I find myself reaching for the spark,

Wondering if I can rebuild this bridge and walk across the dark.

But what if we gather the remnants, piece by fragile piece,

We can rebuild this bridge with newfound grace and release?

Maybe we could find each other again, across the chasm’s span,

Two souls reaching out, arms open, both saying “here I am”?

So let’s brave the ruins, hands outstretched and hearts aligned,

Forge a path through where the flames raged, find love redefined,

And whilst rebuilding, we could discover strength anew,

And perhaps, maybe, we can bridge the gap between me and you.

If our hands manage to touch across the void, fingers entwined,

The strength of love might be enough to mend what’s left behind,

Because despite the anger, the heartache, and the pain,

We were always better together, and we can have that again.

[crimsonsunsetstreak]

You are the one bridge I fear of burning. You know my deepest secrests, my darkest sides. You are my safe zone, my sanctuary. I fear to have the person who knows my core become a stranger. The more we get to know each other, the more I get attached. The more I have to prepare myself when all of these ends. Because I am a temporary person in everyone's lives.

[loveherallican-blog]

Kelly's Heroes • Burning Bridges • The Mike Curb Congregation

[ardent-reflections]

Find your fire and do not be afraid to burn bridges that deserve to fall.

R. H. Sin

[ethanpjones]

Burning Bridges

Gray hairs sprouting up like testimonies The smoke from burning bridges makes it hard to see If I can walk back across to the other side Just to tell you I always cared, affectionately Leaves never fall the same way twice To see them drop again, a kaleidoscope in descent Pieces that come together to make a new puzzle In this new picture are we both in it?

[vivificame]

Building Bridges just to Burn

My words are like graffiti sprayed across a wall

And you grab a roller brush that can reach 6 feet tall

Cover up my words you don’t bother to read

As if painting over me allows you to breathe

Attention can’t exist unless it’s for you

Black hole of a human

Absorbs all the light

As if it shines only for your sight

You say you’re just enjoying the warmth of the flame

But smother and suffocate it just the same

Encroaching on all space

Everything’s a race

Everything’s a challenge

To find something you can take away

Giving the help that no one asked for

Won’t stop to knock before opening a door

You may think you’re building bridges

But your hands are made of fire

As if it was born to expire

Mistaking my boundaries as walls

While you break through them all

My words are your background noise

An inconvenience, a hurdle, a reason to raise your voice

Your volume defeats any lingering thought

Until you receive the answer you sought

[jt1674]

[alternatecorruption]

“The only way out is through” correct and I have a fucking bulldozer and lighter because I’m burning all the bridges on my way out.