Healthy Love.

I am leaving you.
Without ever being more than a couple hours in fact with you.
Another leaf fell from me and I can not take it again.
This passion-never-returned
of myself to you will never work.
This life of us in my head,
stays in my head.
But now, locked up.
Gone.
It is over.
I would not handle.
I adore you in doom close to love
But I love myself first,
And now that I remembered myself here alone
That old gold sentence falls perfectly:
I am in love with you
But I love myself already, and much more.
This one here is a healthy love.
You are just violence inside of me
You are only
And I can not go with only.
Not anymore.
It is difficult to write this, but it has to get out of my chest.
We both know it is not meant to be.
I think I learned now.