Clara

Walk Away

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.