on walking away

Love is for children
but shit, I thought it might work
with discussions upon discussions
and compromise
and communication
and consideration
I hadn’t realised it had become too familiar,
too much like my childhood.
The tip-toeing,
the trepidation,
the hypervigilance
and the shortness of breath.
So when I’d finally surfaced
I knew I had to pull the plug.
After all, childhood can’t last forever.