Walk Away

Still, I don’t understand; Was I too suicidal, My darkness too real For you to handle And oh you knew me And I you, so well, Yet you say not enough Or perhaps too much. We ran out of words And love wasn’t enough To fill the awful silence; You could never handle it Either, among so much else. I loved you too well, Investing vital pieces of self Into us and you, with no Love, nourishment, in return Because I was always there. Never enough in sight Or body, in comparison, But don’t you know I’m Not a permanent fixture? Perhaps you’ve forgotten That I can walk away From the memories of What was once strong, Which now only burns me. And so I saw goodbye To wasted dreams and hopes In a dead future, for It takes your hand in Mine for this to work And you never could bare To even touch me.