Stunning are the moments we share while we speak, yet nothing gets said.

Peace is a façade here.

Laughter fills the room at the expense of our inner children.

Talented liars can dance around the elephant while rage fills the room quickly when the laughter fails.

Attachment to the name we call one another is all we truly have.

Respect was never given, and so never learned how to be given or received.

Alluring are the other possibilities. 

Tenderness was rare and yet somehow I knew was also necessary and wanted.

Bold moves needed to be made for my sanity,

Endearment lacked in every exchange,

Intimidation was more like it.

Hope was only found when I left, to feel some sense of subliminal divination.  

The unusual dependence for dismay and agitation continued to leave me frightened and would provoke an audacious essence inside of me where I would admire the discrete lack of  hurt, damage, abuse, heartbreak.

I was enticed to heal the broken, to fix the anguish and I found a joy in the breathtaking possibility of treating and curing the inconsolable.

Then I realized the one I needed to help was me. 

So I left the unmanageable. I accepted the things I could not change. I gained the wisdom to know the difference and I asked for serenity while I ran in the opposite direction of you.