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.
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