Poetry of Mike

It's all water under the bridge

Yet another bridge I've burned

A bridge I've burned that I frequently crossed

You crossed my mind but my mind is lost

When I lost you, I lost my manhood

This man does bad when you're doing so damn good

What good is closure if the wounds are open?

These wounds won't heal if I'm still hoping

Hoping & praying that there's still a chance

But chances are my wounds will enhance

Until that's all I am

Wounds, scars, and scabs