Samy's Poetry

Hurts the Most

How can you stand there

with your hands in the air

clueless as to why?

I can't trust you.

Not anymore.

Can't you understand that?

This pain hurts too much,

but the pain that awaits

will hurt more;

that is why I choose

not to open that door

anymore.

How come guilt fills my heart

as if I'm the wrong one?

This life is depressing enough

without you knocking me down.

Just go away and

let my pain fade,

with the memories.

The pain will fade,

but my love for you will not;

that hurts the most.