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.
I’m not angry with you for breaking my heart. I’m angry with myself for giving it to you. I knew better. Your reputation as a two-timing heartbreaker is near legendary. Thinking you’d treat me different was stupid and naive. Now I’m just another notch on your bedpost. D.C.
I think of you in Silence,
I often speak your name,
All I have left are memories
And a heart around your name.
My heart aches with sadness,
and all my tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know
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Still I can’t fully understand why you became so mean. I did nothing give you my love and complete self. Once you had me, you suddenly seemed to not care any more. Was it I was not good enough for you, or more likely, you didn’t think you’re good enough for me? My heart still cries “why”. A.K.
Cruelty is a language
that the blind can see,
the deaf can hear,
and the heart feels forever.
Shannon L. Alder
There’s no one who would understand what I’m going through. When you said goodbye to me, I did not let it show I was breaking inside. I haven’t let anyone else see either. But when I am alone, about all I do is cry over what has been lost. My grief is long and deep. H.C.
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.
Did you just get tired of me? Our life was peaceful, loving and happy. Did you get bored? Is that why you left me for someone else? Now you say you made a mistake and want us to get back together. How can I trust you again? I don’t think I can, at least not now. G.L.
Relationships are mysterious.
We doubt the positive qualities in others,
seldom the negative. You will say to your partner:
do you really love me? Are you sure you love me?
You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts.
But you never ask: are you really mad at me?
Are you sure you’re angry? When someone is angry, you
don’t doubt it for a moment. Yet the reverse should be true.
We should doubt the negative in life, and have faith in the positive.
You’ll never understand the damage you did treating me so badly. I tried hard to measure up to what you wanted, but it was never enough. I realize now it was only a projection of your thoughts about yourself on me. You couldn’t love me because you hate yourself. W.E.
There is no beauty in sadness.
No honor in suffering.
No growth in fear.
No relief in hate.
It’s just a waste
of perfectly good happiness.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
The thunder and lightning you came into my life with was exciting. In time it became obvious you were mentally ill. I tried to help and loved you through it all. In the end it didn’t matter. You shredded me, drove me away to another, then blamed me for it. S.B.
I wish I could find the words
To tell you how I feel.
There is so much I want to say
But I don’t know where to start.
There is a thousand questions
That I’d like to ask
But I fear
The answers might not be
What I want to hear.
So I stay quiet
Like there’s nothing on my mind
But the less I open up
The more I find myself confused.
It leaves me lost and lonely.
I think I’m being used.
There is a lot I need to know
To help me understand
To find the truth.
The hardest task
Is how to learn, how to ask.
Crushed. Shattered. Trampled. Damaged. Appalled. Devastated. Hurt. Shocked. Dazed. Destroyed. Defeated. Dejected. Ruined. Wrecked. Stunned. Most of all HEARTBROKEN. I’m consumed with confusion, grief and pain. Why did you stop loving me? WHY??? L.C.
I cannot stand
is too much.
Sometimes I get disgusted with myself. Why? Because I still love you. I don’t want to anymore. It hurts too much. The more attention I pay to wanting my feelings to go away, the stronger the love in my heart becomes. Wanting what I can’t have is driving me crazy. S.W.
To go from hugging and kissing
To hurting and missing,
From joy and happiness
To pain and loneliness.
Pain no longer seems the same.
It hurts me more to hear your name
Than putting my hand over an open flame.
Flames hurt, but not as much.
It hurts much more to remember your touch
From an untitled poem by Daniel Lazarus Garcia