I made a rope bridge
Out of
Broken shoe laces
And
Mirror shards.
I know...
It's just my luck.
But love,
Love has just about flipped it.
My bridge was meant to take me
From here,
to there.
But you were somewhere
In between.
You are what separates me
From my tendencies.
Be ready.
This bridge will snap soon.
And we,
We will be left to dance through
The void.
As if we weren't already in a vacuum.
But love,
Love will burn without oxygen.
Or oil.
All it takes is Momentum.