What Hurts My Heart

What hurts my heart
is that he never said a word.
Not one.
Like I’m not even worth responding to.
Like I’m a ghost.
Like I’m nothing.
I poured out my soul into a puddle,
I gushed like a waterfall and let it all out.
I spent the very last of my life to tell him
I love.
And he said nothing.
That’s what hurts my heart.
That there was nothing.