It took me a long time to get over what loving you did to me. I was lost like a boat without a rudder or sail. Even adrift I was still headed somewhere, I just didn’t know my destination. Then I found out. I arrived right where I was, able and ready to love again. B.M.
If I am to be fallen into love, I will.
And if as a result I will appear to be stupid,
disillusioned, and of poor judgment, I will.
And I would be damned if I cared what other people think.
For I would rather be thought of as all of these things, than not love.
If in loving, I become the naked woman on the horse,
I will ride that horse with my head held high.
This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.
I wasn’t drunk, but I had put away a few when I decided to call you at home last night. When your phone went unanswered, a tear ran down my cheek. Now I’m glad you didn’t take my call. I promised to leave you alone and I will do better at keeping my word. S.P.
I remembered your phone number.
It came back to me easily
as these feelings
of loving you.
I miss you,
I wish you had been home.
If inside you was half as pretty as the outside, loving you would have been joyful. Instead you brought little but anguish and pain. It’s as if you think because you are so beautiful you can do whatever you want, when you want. You still can, but without me! S.O.
Most people tend to think
the best of those
who are blessed with beauty;
we have difficulty imagining
that physical perfection
can conceal twisted emotions
or a damaged mind.
Most days I do okay and even find myself smiling and laughing again. But there’s still a dull ache that never seems to go away. It reminds me you’re gone and aren’t coming back. Missing you isn’t the hardest part, knowing I once had you is what breaks my heart. T.D.
A final comfort that is small,
but not cold:
The heart is the only broken
instrument that works.
Image by Audrey J. Ross
Love was here and now it’s gone. I can’t tell you why I was in love with you and now am not. It just happened. Maybe there is no forever and a relationship works only for its time, whether two years or fifty. We both need to move on before we end up hating each other. P.S.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.
Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally
forward in whatever way they like.
For months I was only a shadow. I lost weight because I didn’t eat. My friends wondered why I didn’t spend time with them anymore. Even my work suffered. My memories of you will never completely fade away, but it’s time I got on with my life and put you behind me.
Incredible change happens in your life
when you decide to take control
of what you do have power over
instead of craving control
over what you don’t.
There are still moments when I have to take a deep breath before speaking to keep from crying. I’ve learned to hide my sadness so well that everyone thinks I’m fine. It’s only me that knows how tortured I am on the inside. I hurt you and I can’t forgive myself for it. D.L.
I never guessed
I could cry so hard
my face hurt.
Letting you go was probably the hardest thing I have ever done, but also the most courageous. Just because I wanted you did not make you want me in the same way. Realizing that you could be happier with someone else was very hard, but the right thing. K.P.
Falling in love is easy,
letting that love go, is hard.
But your heart will always
have the right answer.
You just have to listen to it
and figure out what it’s telling you.
Oh, how hard I’ve tried to forget you! Your letters were burned in the fireplace. All our photos went up in smoke like the cards, notes and everything I’d saved. It didn’t help. You’re no more out of my heart now than when I burned it all; now just another regret. O.Y.
the hardest part
isn’t letting go
learning to start over.
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