Time heals wounds, but the wounded are often never the same again. It’s impossible my heart could ever be as open or my mind as hopeful as when you loved me. I’m like a chair missing a leg; incomplete and in need of propping up.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows that in that moment
you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level of abandon
where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss
seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope
It was this time of year when we met. Those months were the happiest days of my life. I have stopped believing we will get back together, but can’t seem to stop my heart from wishing it would happen. Never again will I be able to give as much as I gave you. L.L.
You’re the one who broke my heart,
you’re the reason my world fell apart.
You’re the one who made me cry,
yet I still love you and I don’t know why.
Once upon a time we fell deeply in love with each other. Everything was good for a while. Then you cheated on me. I got even by cheating on you. We forgave each other but the damage is done. We’ll never be the same. Don’t you see it’s over?
It can be difficult to leave a long-term relationship,
even when our inner-wisdom tells us it’s time to let go.
At this point, we can choose let go and endure
the intense pain of leaving behind the familiar
to make way for a new chapter in our life.
Or we can stay and suffer a low-grade pain
that slowly eats away at our heart and soul,
like an emotional cancer. Until we wake up one day
and realize, we are buried so deep in the dysfunction
of the relationship that we scarcely remember
who we were and what we wanted and needed to be.
How can someone who has not been here for months occupy so many of my thoughts? You come to mind within minutes of waking and you’re there when I go to sleep. Why do I do this to myself? You’ve got someone new. You’re not coming back. C.P.
Please God help me.
Help me stop loving him.
I still do and I don’t want to anymore.
Please, please, please help me stop.
From Movie “Bruce Almighty”
Most days are okay. But there are those when I walk around numb, barely aware of my surroundings. The worst days come when I overdose on missing you. All together, I’m pretty good, but some days are really a bitch. I still miss you like crazy. S.O.
Up until the moment I lost her,
I had a wonderful life.
These moments now
are the ones that are hard.
I’m eager to depart this world
and rejoin her in the next.
Then, and only then,
will I finally be at peace.
Most days I don’t think about you. That’s a lie. I think about you every day. The more I tell myself that I don’t love you, the more my heart says that’s untrue. You’re in my thoughts when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I want to forget you but it seems impossible. N.W.
You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch,
no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off,
one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress
around your emotions. And once that fortress is built,
you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore.
We’re okay for a while, then something happens, we fight and split up… again. I can’t count all the times it’s happened. When we’re good for each other, we’re really good. But when we’re bad for each other we inflict wounds that don’t heal. This has to stop! T.P.
I think it’s time that I let you go.
And it’s really hard for me to do
because I know that there’s a part of me
that will be in love with you for the rest of my life.
But this while running in place and day dreaming
is just not healthy for either of us.
Once I my heart was trashed by you, I have been scared to get attached again. I fear every woman I let get the least bit close is going to break my heart again. Someday I’ll heal, but meanwhile I live in the dead zone of broken hearts with memories of you. G.S.
The hours turned to days,
days to weeks,
and weeks to months.
Nothing has changed.
I’m still in love
you’re still gone.
Things were going so well. I had begun to believe I didn’t need you and was finally getting over our breakup. I was almost accustomed to life without you and doing good on my own. Then I saw you on the street. You smiled at me and ruined it all. H.S.
When will it stop?
that… that… that…
that part of me
that was Y-O-U!
Why can’t you fill it?
Why did you leave?
Why, Why, Why?
It happened again yesterday. I thought I heard a car pull up into driveway and was halfway to the door before realizing it couldn’t be you. You’re not coming back. It was only the neighbor getting home early. My longing for you will take a long time to stop. S.O.
In my story you’re the villain.
But in my heart,
you’re still the reigning King.
Coco J. Ginger