They never tell you of this kind of love
Where the thorns of roses cut you deeper and endless sleepless nights endanger the sanity of day
Where turtle doves are simple pigeons
and rainbows have no end
Where an inhale is sharp to silence
the rising wave of emotions
The tide of which brings you to your knees
and leaves you waiting with bated breath...
Hand outstretched
Watching the other half of you
Walk away.