In English we say:

We will be hurting each other when we don't have trust in our relationship. We start believing what others say about us and leave the seeds of suspicion create a rift; which will eventually make us drift appart and we will eventually break up and our child, the seed of our love, will suffer the most during this whole tiring and hard ordeal.

In poetry we say:

Life is too short; things should be simple, not too serious and not too complicated.
Yet here I am,10 days into this new year of 2025, watering the gardens of our relationship with my poisoned bitter tears, waiting for broken stalks of our love to patch and grow again, but vehemently they don't.
This November that I await for so longingly, (for it'd be 20 years of us into this conjoined journey of life together) ; now I dread it to come near, because the sharp edges in the tick tocks of the echo of our time, deepen the abyss of suspicion for our love, and that per se, births echos of hollow void, filled with coldness and withering within our souls...
And, we draw apart each passing day...
So, when you hurriedly call me 'you' and not my name, my wounded heart sinks deeper into my chest, like e careless rock thrown casually in the waters of a dormant lake, birthing ripples that seem innocent and harmless at sight. Yet, you don't see the void and the hurt that that thrown little-seeming-rock does to my heavy burdened heart.
I don't want to think anymore...
We both planted bitter thorns in each others' chests, with words that we once used to woe and adore each other.
Now every second that ticks in the big scheme of time, feels like a raging hammer that disfigures the shape of what we once used to be.
We linger at the edge of our world built together, but for how long will that be, and for what cost? ?
Who will suffer the most from this tragic state we are living in; suspended within these invisible threads of he said, she said? When will we be able to see each other sicerely in the eye and clear this heavy mist of deception that has engulfed our souls? How long will it take for us to open our eyes and see that the one we are inflicting more painful sharp pins on, is in neither of us, but in the innocent beating heart of the apple of our eye? ? ...

1/10/2025
©️Besa Dede