This bridge has been burned...

THIS IS NOT A POEM:

I always gave so much,
and you took it all,
never thinking how you could give back.
You were always satisfied.

Your lies consumed all your truths,
your purity gone.

Your welcome has been worn out,
too many selfish advantages taken,
too destructive to be repaired.

Love used to cloud my vision,
It let me believe you were enough.

I would never visit the very depths of my soul,
because that's where the real truth lives,
the part of me that always knew
you were never good enough.

My vision of you is 20/20 now,
one day you will see me that way,
and your apology won't be accepted.

Our story is just a tale of two kids
who don't exist anymore.