Hurting me without explanation and later telling me it was for my own good is deceitful. It’s up to me to choose if I want to be with you. Your place is not to decide you’re fit or unfit for me. That’s about you selfishly battling your own demons; not what is best for me. R.P.
I read some where that “a heartbreak is a blessing from God. It’s just His way of letting you realize He saved you from the wrong one”. No matter how true that is, my heart is still broken and I am a long way from being over you. Love dies slowly. F.P.
The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves
until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.
When someone asks what I think about you, my response is always “not my type”. That’s a lie. I am secretly in love with you and have never told anyone how I feel. My fear is you’ll reject me. Those thoughts are paralyzing. I can’t go on living like this. C.S.
Have you ever denied
your feelings for someone
because your fear of rejection
is too hard to handle?
We tell lies when we are afraid…
You hurt me in little ways you don’t even notice. Scanning and half reading my texts makes me wonder if you really care. Not calling when you say you will is upsetting. Making small promises and not following through pains me. Do you love me or not? B.R.J.
Don’t be mad
when someone else starts
to appreciate the person
you took for granted.
What you won’t do,
someone else will.
I believe you love me, but I’m afraid that will change some day. You’ve been with so many. There is no certainty that I, alone, can be enough for you. How do I calm my fear? Why did they leave you behind or did you leave them? My love is haunted by your past. G.T.
Afraid that I might lose you…
Afraid that you might find someone else…
Afraid that your love for me will end…
Afraid that everything we have gone through,
Might not mean the same as what it means to me…
Afraid that you’ll forget…
Afraid that you’ll give up…
Afraid that you’ll stop caring…
Afraid that you’ll get tired…
Afraid that something will come up and ruin us…
Afraid that you’re not afraid…
Afraid that I love you too much…
Afraid to lose you…
I fear it more than anything in this world…
Because you, my Dear,
is who my heart has chosen to love,
My fear is greater than I will ever be..
So I ask of you..
Simply love me more than you ever thought you could love…
Just love me….
My heart was broken so badly moving on was impossible for years . Love failed because I never gave all of me and was dishonest. Now the grandest love of my life has arrived. This time I’m giving everything and risking it all. She’s worth it! B.C.
Insecurities tear at me and it hurts when you go out partying with your friends. You were wild in the past, but I have no reason to doubt you since we’ve been together. Please help me stop the painful worrying about losing you or being cheated on. T.G.
One is easily fooled
by that which one loves.
Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
Like an addict needs a drug, I need you. We have problems getting along, but even in the moments I despise you I still love you. You make me cry with pain and joy. Sooner or later one or the other has to take over. Will my heart be broken or made whole? Y.U.
I love you.
I hate you.
I like you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I think you’re stupid.
I think you’re a loser.
I think you’re wonderful.
I want to be with you.
I don’t want to be with you.
I would never date you.
I hate you.
I love you…
..I think the madness started the moment we met
and you shook my hand.
Did you have a disease or something?
When I know something is not meant for me, I have learned to let go. That is not a weakness. Rather I am doing the right thing for myself by fighting the urge of wanting what is not good for me. How much I love you is not worth the misery it brings. C.P.
Love doesn’t go out like a light
or with a bang.
It passes away
as slow as honey drips
onto your morning toast.
Love clings to your being
just as wet clothes to skin,
but clothes dry
and so will your tears.
The nights become simpler
and the waves of unbearable heat
grow to be short flashes of subtle warmth,
and soon love will be
just a distant pang in the right back corner
of your still-beating heart.
From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
You’re just someone, not my only one. It took a while for me to mellow into to that frame of mind. I will always be grateful for what we shared and the memories I have of us. For a time we were special together. Finally that is enough. K.E.
We must be willing to let go
of the life we have planned,
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
E. M. Forster