I Miss You… But I’m Becoming Something You’ll Never Touch Again

I Miss You,

Not loudly. Not desperately.

I miss you in silence — the most dangerous kind of missing.

I miss the way I used to feel safe in your presence,

the way my world once felt lighter,

the way your absence now feels heavier than any insult.

But listen carefully…

I didn’t break.

I didn’t beg.

And I didn’t lose myself.

Instead, I changed.

My revenge is not hatred.

My revenge is not tears.

My revenge is not shouting your name into the dark.

My revenge is growth.

While you moved on with comfort,

I moved forward with scars.

While you forgot easily,

I built myself slowly.

I turned my pain into discipline.

My silence into power.

My heartbreak into hunger.

Yes, I Miss You.

But every day I miss you a little less,

and every day I become a little more.

One day, you might hear my name again.

In places you never imagined.

From mouths that never knew you.

And then you will realize…

You didn’t lose someone weak.

You lost someone who was just getting started.

I Miss You.

But I’m no longer yours to miss back.

— Shahriyar Razin Shams 💔🔥