Burnt Bridges

Bridges once burnt do not ever come back

These doors once used do not open back in

Hearts once broken may in time heal

But I cannot for the life of me

Grow up or learn to feel

Let me change that actually:

I cannot heal

Or feel.

Or grow out of my own skin

I am set in my ways

I am a man like that

Just as I have always been.

Trust once lost withers and dies

Lest you misunderstand me

Let me spell it out simple and nice

I DON’T TRUST YOU

You may say otherwise

But I know you’re so full of lies

And I am sick of pretense

And I might not make sense

But as much as I want to

And much as I sometimes still need to

I do not want to talk to you

Ever again

I may well be playing childish games

But I will not be playing with you again.

See

Civility once lost cannot be brought back in

We men, unlike you, can’t be born again virgins

Once we’ve have wallowed in sin

Smiles and niceties a year down the line

Fuck you for being nice

Dealing in niceties is a crime

There I have abolished it

And I have struck you out

I am these days prone to rant and rave

Prone to shout

If you doubt me

And if I have not managed it as yet

Try me.

Next time you talk to me,

I will rip your heart out.