Burn the bridge

I tried to evade,

look past the traits,

which seem intimidating, 

disappointing at best.

Burn the bridge...

An intuitive nudge,

I tried to ignore,

optimistic in outlook,

I opened the doors.

And it flooded,

bringing the elements,

of something raw,

of something important. 

Never have I felt,

feelings so intimate,

ignoring warning signs,

occasionally surfaced,

driven by hormones,

and naive imaginations,

I indulge on the treats.

Burn the bridge...

From fairy tales,

I was thrown into real world,

asking difficult questions, 

which were much needed.

Each time I gave a chance,

endured conflicting viewpoints, 

it furthered the distance, 

till nothing remained.