Burn bridge, burn.
I need you not.
Not now, not ever.
Burn like a shameless inferno.
You false promise.
You false hope.
Burn now.
Burn forever.
I need no bridge.
I am happy right here.
Here, on this poor island.
And if you reappear,
in a different guise,
in a different time,
I will burn that too.
I am a bridge burner.
I shun your hope,
your promise,
your glittering prize.
Burn now.
Burn forever.
I am happy right here.
Here, on this poor island.
No Tall Stories 
November 27th, 2012 at 1:06 pm
At last! Someone saying what has to be said!
November 27th, 2012 at 1:17 pm
While I liked the poem, there are very few individuals that I would burn bridges with and of those, most of them are relatives!
November 27th, 2012 at 1:20 pm
I wasn’t actually referring to people, I was thinking more of job opportunities but each to their own 😉
November 27th, 2012 at 1:21 pm
Burn, Baby, burn!