Buried deep

You came into my life

and enchanted my being

with words of wisdom,

enlightenment and wellbeing

and left a trail of all those

and much much more.

I deplore the way

in which you forget about my feelings

and rejoice in believing

that you have total control...

Not only over your thoughts, actions and feelings

but also over all those

that belong to me.

I refuse to accept

the way you expect

to be understood,

taken care of and loved

but easily forget

that others need that too.

The time to feel unworthy and unappreciated

came and left way before you came.

That part of myself was buried

deep down in the bottom of an overflowing well

and I made sure it was deep enough

to not ever be able to dig it up

and live it again.

This somewhat healthy heart

definitely doesn't want

to be treated any less

than it knows it deserves.

So if I ought to respect

what my heart expects

I must walk away

and give you your space.

A space that you want,

a space that you need,

a space and place

you are not willing to share.

With a heart full of pain

and a crying soul

I must walk away

to salvage what's left.

I can love you close,

I can love you far,

I can love you more than anybody else can,

but first,

I must love myself.

I must love myself enough

for me to know,

there's no reason to beg

even if I care

because it's perfectly clear

there's no space

nor place

for me there.