My heart is still cluttered with memories of ‘us’. Like in a house filled with too many things I can’t find room for anyone new. It’s pathetic to hold on when you left me behind long ago. I wish I could be free of you. This love I carry is a curse. G.P.
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free;
I wish I could break all the chains holding me;
I wish I could say all the things that I should say;
say ‘em loud, say ‘em clear
for the whole round world to hear.
I wish I could share all the love that’s in my heart;
remove all the bars that keep us apart.
Lyrics from a Nina Simone song
by Bill Taylor and Dick Dallas
If time heals all wounds, then how much time does it take? I thought after a couple of years I’d have moved on. I go out. I date. But no one can get close to me. I feel like I am being unfaithful if someone starts to. Pretty foolish since you cheated on me and left! B.C.
You can’t do anything
for a person who is stuck
between being happy and being miserable.
All you can do is get trapped in the middle,
and anyone in the middle just gets squished.
Trying to stop caring about you has made me so f’ing miserable! I feel stupid because I can’t stop loving someone who hurt me like you did. Realizing I have no control over my heart, finally I’ve given up. It’ll heal when it does. Till then I must endure this love. J.S.
Love couldn’t be moved by circumstance,
poor choices, or even blatant lies;
skewed and damaged, yes,
but the heart couldn’t deny
what it wanted most once the desire was planted.
Whether in bliss or affliction, love owned you all the same.
From “The Tragedy of Knowledge” by Rachael Wade
The hardest part about you leaving me is I can’t stop thinking about you. There are fewer thoughts now than right after you left, but I still spend too much time wishing things could be good for ‘us’ again. How long can I hope that before I become a ridiculous fool? T.G.
I want to feel your touch
on my skin.
I want to hear your voice
whisper in my ear.
I want you to love me
like I loved you.
I want you to hurt like
I have been hurting
I wish fairy tales were true
you would have saved my heart,
not broken it in two.
You’ve moved on. I haven’t be able to. My life is so ordinary without “us” and loneliness for you is almost unbearable at times. I even miss the bad stuff and realize now I should have been more understanding and forgiving. If I had, I would not have driven you away. S.O.
There is no despair so absolute
as that which comes with
our first great sorrow.
Before we know what it is
to have loved and lost,
to despaired and have recovered hope.
Forcing myself to forget you doesn’t work. I’ve tried over and over. Oh, how I wish the love in my heart would fade, but it’s stuck there. It’s my fault you’re gone and don’t want me. I’m beginning to believe I’ll never get over the pain and heartache of losing you.
Wanting him is hard to forget,
loving him is hard to regret,
losing him is hard to accept,
but even with all the hurt I’ve felt,
letting go is the most painful yet.
When I thought you loved me were the happiest days of my life. Now that you don’t places me in the darkest time I have ever endured. Without you days feel like they are a thousand hours long. Each sleepless night passes with no rest for my broken heart. L.L.
Pain, pain go away!
Please do not come back another day.
Tears falling down my face
oh how I wish for his warm embrace.
Pain, pain go away
bring me back to another day
where he loved me and
we thought we were meant to be.
Pain, pain go away
leave me alone and do not stay.
How can he stand there and break my heart
How did we allow us to grow so far apart?
“Pain Pain Go Away”
by Kari Johnston
My memory is clearing. I remember the times you should have/could have treated me better. Telling me you said one thing but felt something completely different doesn’t repair the injury to my trust. I still love you, but realize now I haven’t forgiven you yet. J.L.
The things two people do
to each other they remember.
If they stay together,
it’s not because they forget;
it’s because they forgive.
From the movie “Indecent Proposal”
You hurt me when you pretended not to love me. I believed you and thought you didn’t care. Finding out years later you loved me all along doesn’t take away the pain felt and carried for years. But it will let the wound to heal to where now only a scar will remain.
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief…
and unspeakable love.
After you were gone a magnitude of grief arrived, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The hardest part was no longer being able to hug you every day, in hearing only the echo of my own voice when I spoke your name, sleeping without your body against mine and waking alone.
Grief can take care of itself,
but to get the full value of joy,
you must have somebody to divide it with.