The Bridge Burn....

Dear Mr. Darcy,

There's bridges, that needs burning lately,

I wonder, should I burn them at once or slowly,

Being hurt once is better, obviously,

But being hurt too much, at once, is risky.

Dear Mr. Darcy,

I don't feel the pain, of this wound inside me,

Nor the odor, distracts me,

The scar looks like, an usual part of me,

That's how much, the delay in the burn, hurts me.

Dear Mr. Darcy,

I stand at the edge of the bridges,

I've soaked them with petrol,

In my hand a burning candle,

I stepped out, leaving my sandals.

Dear Mr. Darcy,

I left everything, that touched my hassle,

I burnt all at once, yes this heart is stubborn,

But Dear Mr. Darcy, the bridge between us,

Is made of Pure Diamonds....

-Natalya Ludwick-