Whispers Between the lines

 I walked the miles you wouldn’t tread, Carried love you left unsaid. Each step a hope, each pause a plea, You froze mid-step, lost in stale air. I stitched my silence into thread, While you spun lies instead of care. I held the weight, I bore the cost You called it love, I call it loss. You watched me burn and stayed composed, Turned every open door you closed. I gave you grace you didn’t earn, And waited long past my own turn. You never asked, you never stayed, Just watched the debt I slowly paid. And when I broke, you turned your face As if you’d never known the place. Now every mile I walked for you Feels poisoned, blackened, cracked in two. Not every path is paved with worth Some roads just rot back into earth. So keep your silence, keep your pride, I’ll keep the truths you tried to hide. A lesson scorched in brutal style: Not every mile is worth the mile... Nidal Sati

 If I could love you   Without falling to pieces,   I would have stayed.   I would have whispered your name   Into the quiet of every night   And kissed your sadness   Until it forgot how to stay. But love The kind I felt for you Wasn't soft.   It burned in my chest,   Clawed at my sleep,   And left me wondering   If I was loving you   Or slowly losing myself. I gave too much   Hoping you’d give just enough.   I held my breath   While you measured your silences.   I stayed still   While your moods moved like storms. I wanted to be your peace But I became your pause,   Your maybe,   Your “not now.” So I left,   Not because I stopped loving you But because I had to love myself   Before I disappeared completely. If I could love you   Without breaking,   You’d still be ...