{"id":3422,"date":"2025-09-25T16:35:04","date_gmt":"2025-09-25T16:35:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3422"},"modified":"2025-09-25T16:35:10","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T16:35:10","slug":"losing-you-hurts-so-much-my-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/losing-you-hurts-so-much-my-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Losing you hurts so much my love&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I hear your words, look at your pictures online every chance I get.<br>and every line feels like a mirror I\u2019ve been running from.<br>Yes,<br>you\u2019re right.<br>I lost you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I lost the girl who gave me more than I deserved,<br>the one who fought for me while I was busy fighting my own pride.<br>I see it now,<br>how you carried me when I should have carried you,<br>how you stayed when I gave you reasons to walk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And the truth is,<br>I thought you\u2019d never leave.<br>I thought your love was endless,<br>that no matter how many times I failed,<br>you\u2019d still be there.<br>But love isn\u2019t a prison,<br>and hearts don\u2019t heal when they\u2019re ignored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember the way you looked at me,<br>like I was enough, even when I wasn\u2019t.<br>And I threw it away.<br>I let my ego speak louder than your silence,<br>and my silence spoke louder than the \u201cI love yous\u201d you needed to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now\u2026<br>your absence is heavy.<br>Your laughter doesn\u2019t echo in my world anymore,<br>and the warmth you carried is gone.<br>And yes, you haunt me.<br>Not as a ghost,<br>but as a reminder of what I destroyed with my own hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You deserved better,<br>and you found it.<br>And while it kills me to imagine you smiling for someone else,<br>I know you earned that happiness,<br>because I couldn\u2019t give it to you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So here I stand,<br>not asking for forgiveness,<br>not begging for a second chance,<br>just admitting the truth:<br>I was a fool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And if loving you was my test,<br>then losing you was my lesson.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it is the hardest lesson I ever learnt I guess they were right when they said that you only miss the sun when it starts to snow, only know your lover when you let her go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/17NCeMXt59\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/17NCeMXt59<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/\">Walking Shadow Poetry &#8211; Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"OUR LIVES ARE THEIR MANUALS; THEY ARE PART OF OUR RHYTHM SPOKENWORD BY WALKINGSHADOW POETRY #fyp\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vTVk7S1gL8I?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hear your words, look at your pictures online every chance I get.and every line feels like a mirror I\u2019ve been running from.Yes,you\u2019re right.I lost you. I lost the girl who gave me more than I deserved,the one who fought for me while I was busy fighting my own pride.I see it now,how you carried [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3423,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[121,97,25,98,1],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-3422","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","category-uncategorized","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/0L2A9324-scaled.jpg?fit=1599%2C2560&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2523,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/i-see-things-differently-now-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":3422,"position":0},"title":"&#8220;I see things Differently Now&#8221; by walking shadow poetry.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"August 28, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I used to think you didn\u2019t care,That your world was too much to bear.I watched you struggle, felt so apart,Judged you harshly, broke your heart. 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