The Ache Of The Unseen Poem by Aminath Shafaa [Muffinkolhu]

I speak without a voice these days,
My silence soaked in quiet screams.
I love in ways you'll never see
Through broken hopes and faded dreams.

Each morning comes, I try again,
To give you more than I receive.
I build a fire with tender hands,
And watch you turn, prepare to leave.

You do not see the sleepless nights
I cradle just to feel you close.
You miss the tears I never shed,
The ones that dried before they rose.

You do not hear the soft goodbyes
I whisper while you're still around,
Or notice how I shrink each time
My joy gets lost and never found.

I water seeds that never bloom,
Give all I am for borrowed time.
And still, you treat my gentle heart
As if its beat's a silent crime.

I light the room with quiet care,
You walk right through without a glance.
And I, pretending not to care,
Still sway alone in our one dance.

You hold your pride like armor close,
While I'm left bare with nothing strong.
I ask for crumbs, not golden crowns
Just to feel seen, like I belong.

But oh, how cold a touch can be
When love is met with empty eyes.
I drift beside a breathing ghost,
And sleep beneath indifferent skies.

You say you care, but don't arrive
When effort's all I ever give.
You take my sun, my every try
Yet question why I struggle to live.

This love, it feels like pouring rain
On ground that never wants to grow.
I tend, I wait, I hurt, I break
Still begging for a seed to show.

Now numbness is my second skin,
A quiet grave of what I gave.
Lonely isn't being alone
It's loving deep, and no one stays.

I wish I mattered in your world,
The way you fill up all of mine.
But love that lives in just one heart
Is not love. It's a slow decline.

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