She chose you and left me. Standing by and watching you hurt her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My heart silently weeps and my soul aches for her. I can’t love her more than I still do, but for now I can’t say a word. Maybe one day I can hold her again. R.R.
You didn’t love her.
You just didn’t want to be alone.
Or maybe, maybe she was
just good for your ego.
Or, maybe she made you feel better
about your miserable life,
but you didn’t love her.
Because you don’t destroy
people you love.
My heart’s a muscle exercised and made strong by grieving failed love of the past. At times I’m joyful loving you. At others I’m fearful of us falling apart. I’m stretched between misery and bliss knowing in time the balance will tip to one or the other. A.B.
The first person who is on your mind
the moment you open your eyes
after a long sleep is the reason
either of your happiness or pain.
Instinctively I know one day you’re going to break my heart. You hide too much and keep secrets. When I ask to know more, you get upset and say you will never completely reveal yourself to me. I love you, but am addicted to being with you. C.B.
If you are going to love me, love me deeply.
If you’re going to break my heart, then break it all.
If you’re going to care, care for me completely.
If you decide not to hold me, then just let me fall.
If you are going to stay, then stay forever.
And if you want to leave, then do it today.
If you are going to change, then change for the better.
And if you are going to talk, then please mean what you say.
A sliver at a time, you pushed me away. You were never mean, but became distant. Why I stopped being desirable to you I’ll never know. I can’t live in a relationship where I’m just a furnishing like a chair. What happened? Why don’t you love me like you used to? J.B.
You can see a clock,
but you can’t see the time.
You can see my face,
but you can’t see my mind.
You can see the clouds,
but you can’t see the wind.
You saw my love for you begin,
but you won’t see it end.
I hate you. I despise you. I’m disgusted by you. I loathe you. I detest you. I abhor you. I’m repulsed by you. I can’t stand you. I can’t bear to see you. I dislike you. You’re bad for me. You’re okay. I like you. I care for you. I’m fond of you. I love you. S.A.
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I had you,
but there isn’t a day
that goes by that
I don’t miss you.
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.
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”
For the longest time I tried to do the impossible; forget you. Problem is you’re stuck in my heart. When I try to pull you out I feel sick. You’ve moved on and have a happy life with someone else so I can’t tell you that I am still stuck on you. S.S.
To fall in love is awfully simple;
to fall out of love is simply awful.
We date for a while. Then you don’t return phone calls. After a few weeks you pop up again and we look like a couple for a few weeks. But you always disappear again. A little at a time you’re tearing my heart up. Do you realize what you’re doing to me? D.W.
I feel I’ve needed you
since the beginning of time
on my way to wisdom I ask,
will you ever be mine?
Derek del Barrio
I wonder how things might have turned out had we met at a different time. Never will there be doubt we loved each other, but we were committed to other people and dealing with the problems of those failing relationships. Is “us” still a possibility? D.K.
It’s scary being loved
because life is complicated
and all too often it throws you off balance
by sending you the right person at the wrong time.