Afraid to Ask

broken20heart11You hardly want to touch me, but I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m the same person you said you’ve love forever. What happened? Did you get tired of me? Is there someone else? I feel there is, but am afraid to ask for fear you’ll say “Yes, there is”. A.N.

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How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hope in a brand new day,
when the one I love has gone away?
My mind overflows with memories of you,
of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew.
I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss,
I wake and cry for all that I miss.
From “Lost Without You” by Jenna

First posted on April 30, 2012

Afraid to Ask

You hardly want to touch me. I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m the same person you said you’ve love forever. What happened? Did you get tired of me? Is there someone else? I feel there is, but am afraid to ask for fear you’ll say “Yes, there is”. A.N.

How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hope in a brand new day,
when the one I love has gone away?
My mind overflows with memories of you,
of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew.
I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss,
I wake and cry for all that I miss.
From “Lost Without You” by Jenna

Resposted from April 20, 2012

Story of Our Love

broken20heart11I always thought we were invincible but I was wrong. Everything that goes up has to come down and so did we. I am happy that I had a chance share a little bit of my life with a beautiful person like you. I’m sad that it had to end, but will cherish you always. B.C.

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My heart bruises easily,
As I sit alone late at night,
But I often reassure myself,
Because I know that I’ll be all right.
Nothing has really changed,
Nothing that I can see,
Even though he’s not here right now,
I still feel his presence next to me.
The story of our love,
Is an endless story never to be lost,
I don’t know if I will ever see him again,
But I always keep my fingers crossed.
From “Knight In Shining Armor”
by Margery Wang

Never Goes Away

broken20heart11Loving you was not the first time I’d given my heart, nor will it be the last. However, there’s something unmistakably unique about what I felt for you and feel to this very moment. I have resigned myself to it never changing. From a distance I will always love you. J.B.

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Thinking of you is easy.
I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache,
that never goes away.
Michael Pryce

First posted on July 31, 2012

Never Goes Away

Loving you was not the first time I’d given my heart, nor will it be the last. However, there’s something unmistakably unique about what I felt for you and feel to this very moment. I have resigned myself to it never changing. From a distance I will always love you. J.B.

Thinking of you is easy.
I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache,
that never goes away.
Michael Pryce

Originally posted on July 31, 2012

Very Different Person

broken20heart1No one understands the silence between my words. No one understands the sadness behind my smile. No one understands the unsaid feelings deep inside. I have become one person on the outside while another very different one is within. D.G.

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You flew off
with the wings
of my heart
and left me flightless.
Stelle Atwater

A Pebble Dropping On the Sand

broken20heart1You wonder why I hesitate. Everything I want to say I shouldn’t tell you. You belong to another. To be near you and not tell you how much love is in my heart for you is impossible. To be in your presence and not hold you would be unbearable.

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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.
From “The Art of Devotion” by Samantha Bruce-Benjamin