What Hurts The Most
Is not the painful words,
Nor the lack of time;
It’s not the recurring misdeeds,
Nor all those lies;
It’s not the sporadic humiliation,
Nor the constant distress;
It’s not the daily frustrations,
Nor the usual unrest;
It’s not the uncertainties,
Nor the arguments at times;
It’s watching her hastily leave
Without saying the reason why.
It’s like the truth playing in slow motion,
Showing the act of unsaid emotions;
Showing me where I really stand;
The truth that I have to accept and understand.
That’s what tears my soul apart.
I want to cry about it.
But a man ain’t supposed to cry
So I will make this ink spill
In place of my tears.