What happened? How much was your fault? How much mine? Which things could I have done differently? What should you have done another way? This is the “looking for answers” game I play. I’m beginning to realize it doesn’t matter. “We” are not more. B.C.
You can obsess and obsess
over how things ended-
what you did wrong
or could have done differently-
but there’s not much of a point.
It’s not like it’ll change anything.
From “The Catastrophic History of You and Me”
By Jess Rothenberg
Blame is self-destructive habit, but I do it anyway. I blame me for letting you go. I blame you for leaving. Over and over I’ve tried to figure out what happened. I have decided instead of being tormented by your memory, I am going to try to get you back. C.O.
Our eyes crossed,
my voice was lost,
Her smile destroyed my soul;
Words were broken,
thoughts were awoken,
Why must she torment me so.
From a poem by Peter Wetzel
Part of my attraction was how reckless you are. For a while your wild and uncontrolled ways seemed cool, sexy and exciting. Now after giving you my heart I have come to see you clearly as irresponsible, thoughtless and out of control. I’m scared to leave you. W.T.
We cannot love a person with an all accepting,
transcending and encompassing love
without being hurt somewhat,
without being disappointed,
without being failed of our expectations.
We cannot love without being broken,
yet we cannot continue in love
without being stronger than our brokenness.
From “Mend My Broken Heart” by Jocelyn Soriano
I’m in pain because I really need you by my side. I don’t want to you to leave even though I always said that you could. I was lying. You’re my everything. I love you and need you for every part of my life. I’m sitting here just waiting for you, hope by hope. K.N.
Do you know that place
between being asleep and awake,
where you still remember your dreams?
That’s where I’ll always love.
That’s where I’ll always wait for you.
Loving then losing stripped my heart of color and vibrance for a while. More than a year went by after you said goodbye before good memories of us began to paint the cracks of my heart with tints and hues of effervescent gratefulness for remembered love. C.W.
Love is eternal…
the aspect may change, but not the essence
There is the same difference in a person before
and after he is in love as there is in an unlighted lamp
and one that is burning. The lamp was there
and was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too,
and that is its real function.
Vincent Van Gogh
You appeared to me like a white knight from a childhood tale where lovers live happily ever after. I made excuses about how you treated me badly. You always were exactly the selfish liar you are. It’s all my fault I pretended you were something you are not. R.P.
Every fairytale has a villain.
All high quality happy endings
involve a black-hearted monster.
I just didn’t want you to be mine.
Coco J. Ginger
Why I felt I’d never get my heart badly broken still confuses me. I suppose because I was so careful who I let get close to me created a false sense of security. I gave my heart only to one I thought deserved it: YOU. Blinded by love I made a bad choice. T.P.
The world breaks everyone
and afterwards many are strong
at the broken places.
For so long I tried to hate you. What I couldn’t see was all I accomplished was to build a hard outer heart hiding my love for you inside. Over time the crust disintegrated and I was able to let you go. It was only then I realized loving you had been good for me.
Love is never lost.
If not reciprocated,
it will flow back
and purify the heart.
The pain feels like part of me was cut away leaving an invisible wound that bleeds and hurts day and night. I gave you all of me. Nothing was held back. But that wasn’t enough. I thought your restlessness could be filled with my love, but was wrong. You’re gone. H.P.
We hurt so much because
we have lost a part of ourselves.
If we have loved much,
we must have given much also,
and when everything’s over,
we feel as though we have lost everything.
From “Mend My Broken Heart”
By Jocelyn Soriano
Knowing how much you loved her didn’t stop me from thinking you could love me as much or more. Once she divorced you and we were together it seemed I was enough for you. I never dreamed she’d want you back and you’d leave me behind so easily. S.T.
In my dreams
It was me in your arms,
My lips on yours,
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars.
It was the world and us.
It was us against the world.
But in your arms I could take it,
Anything the world dished out.
And with your kisses I was strong again.
In my dreams it was me in your arms,
My lips on yours,
But in reality
It’s always been her.