Rescuing Self (an etheree poem)

Love
purple
in this light
bruised by this fight
I am taking flight
to find my own way home
I am leaving you, too late
for us but will not be for me
in the nick of time I realised
that you and I were never meant to be

No more misunnderstandings in anger
no more list'ning but not feeling heard
and if we talk, we talk of her
seed planted in destruction
my world, our creation
beauty from chaos
shines in the mess
of this still
purple
love