Maybe you come but I've gone to sleep
maybe you touch but I am numb
maybe you try to bridge the gap, so deep
between the darkness and the sun.

Maybe you speak but my ears are full
maybe you search a beat in this lifeless heart
maybe you scratch, scrape, push, and pull
to repair this bridge that has fallen apart.

And you did say that you needed me
as for these years past, that's nothing new
but the one thing I think you failed to see
broken bits and pieces when it was me needing you

when I was everywhere, alive, and wide awake
extremely sensitive to pleasure and pain
when I kept a silence for only your voice to break
and my heart beat desire through every vein.

Now,
I glance at you across crumbled decay
seeing nothing left to do but turn...
can't remember what, if anything
I had to say
it's for certain a hard lesson to learn
but sometimes it's best
some bridges burn.