WHAT HURTS THE MOST
I don’t feel anything anymore,
I thought having you in my hands was all.
I thought I’d be the one you adored—
But I couldn’t see through the rising walls.
You gave me the key, you opened the door,
But I was blind to the cracks in the floor.
I saw forever in your smile,
Not knowing forever was just a while.
You held my heart like fragile glass,
Then dropped it quiet—watched it pass.
Now silence sings where you once spoke,
And dreams replay the words you broke.
It’s not the leaving that shattered me—
It’s how I stayed when I should’ve been free.
It’s how your ghost still shares my bed,
How memories ache more than what was said.
I miss the plans we never made,
The laughs that died, the touch that stayed.
I miss the way you looked my way
Like I was yours—come what may.
Now my joy feels counterfeit,
And songs just sting instead of hit.
The sunsets look a shade too cold,
And mornings rise, but not as bold.
I scroll past love like skipping pain,
Afraid to ever feel again.
Yet somewhere deep beneath this grief,
Is a scar that still believes in peace.
Copyright © Abdulmuiz Wale-Yusuph | Year Posted 2025
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