My heart was broken when I found out what you had been doing. Now slowly it is going back together. I love you and want things to work out. But you must understand that sometimes I cut my self on the unhealed broken edges in my heart. Be patient. H.M.
We are all mistaken sometimes;
sometimes we do wrong things,
things that have bad consequences.
But it does not mean we are evil,
or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
The last thing I want is for you to go, but I know you’re going. You don’t love me like I love you. You’re still searching and don’t really know yet what you need. No words can’t change your mind. There is nothing I can do but let you go and love you from a distance. S.D.
Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you;
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you;
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you;
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you;
Consumed by the fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me;
I am thinking of your love for me;
I am torn by your love for me;
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I am told you will go from here
I am told you will leave me here;
My body is numb with grief;
Remember what I have said, my love
Good bye, my love, good bye.
recited by a Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska
Love has exhausted me. I don’t want it anymore. I would like to stay a secret, like walking in the dark; if no one knows you, no one cares or breaks your heart. To be unknown, invisible and small would make heartache like a mysterious tiny vapor. T.M.
Hearts will never be made practical
until they are made unbreakable.
“The Wizard of Oz”
Each day it feels like another piece of me dies. I am becoming numb. I’m just not right without you. It feels as if a necessary part of my body and soul has been removed, and while I am still breathing and alive, I will never be the same again. M.E.
I see what you did,
you ripped apart a heart
that was wanting to love you.
You tore a man who was so adamant
in his pursuit to love you.
Now he will never be the same,
he will always shy away from
fully trusting a woman with all of his heart.
It felt like a bomb hit me when I came home and found you had moved out leaving only a note that said “I’m sorry. I just did not know how to tell you that I did not love you any more. I’m a pathetic weakling for not telling you in person.” YES YOU ARE! T.N.
It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking,
like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand.
Not a shattering, not a tearing apart,
there is nothing shrill
or grandiose about the sensation.
It is merely an internal realization
that something treasured…
is leaving forever.
It’s feels like my broken heart is a terminal illness I could die from soon. There’s no other way to explain this pain that goes on day and night. This illness keeps me from sleeping. I’m so sick I can barely work. I barely eat. Worse than hopeless is my diagnosis. K.J.
If you drop me, I will break.
If you hold me, I will shake.
If you need me, I will hurry.
If you don’t call me, I will worry.
If you hurt me, I will cry.
But if you leave me, I will die.
I’m over our breakup and have moved on, but still don’t understand how could you be so kind and loving and then be the exact opposite? I thought you loved me. Then you hated me. Did I do something to deserve that? What happened? What went wrong?
I don’t know what it was
that made me love you.
Or what it was that made you
hate me the way you do.
I remember what you said
And I remember what you did
And it never made sense.
You were there
And then you weren’t.
You had my heart
And I had yours
You said it was love
So I stayed.
Maybe it was too much;
Maybe it wasn’t enough.
But I will never forget
The way you made me feel;
Like I was everything,
And I will never forget
The way you made me feel
Like I was nothing
Antonio M. Arce
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.
Being with you was not the first time I have fallen in love, but it was the deepest plunge my heart has ever made. I’ll never again be able to give as much again as I gave you. Once in a life time only comes one time. E.W.
She’d cried over a broken heart before.
She knew what that felt like,
and it didn’t feel like this.
Her heart felt
not so much broken
as just …
I was blind and didn’t see it coming. Saying you were leaving to be with someone else was like being punched in the stomach. Stunned and feeling like I wanted to throw up, I watched you leave. Now comes the pain. I won’t be the same for a long time. L.H.
I examine my hands.
Rings still there
but no longer valid.
From “Split: A Memoir of Divorce”
by Suzanne Finnamor