Is Love Hiding

broken20heart11How the hours change things. The night is so different from what is here now in this new day. Last night we were in love and today it seems to have evaporated away. What is real and what is not? Was last night love or illusion? Is love hiding or are we hiding love? JR

rumpled bed

The sound of sunshine shouts,
Across my window sill;
A drum that echoes through,
A world that once was still.

Gone with the morning;
Where did the feeling go?
What was here,
Is here no more;
Leaving only shadows
Of the night before.

Two daytime strangers wake
A long way from the night.
We couldn’t make the journey
From the dark to the light.

Gone with the morning;
What happens I do not know.
The bed is warm
Where we slept.
Sunshine came
And we were swept away,
Leaving us victims
Of the new day.

What was here,
Is here no more.
We are shadows
Of the night before.
I wish I knew
Why love just fades
Away and dies;
Like stars that live by night
And tumble from the skies.
James Browning © 1975


broken20heart11You keep me guessing all the time. One day you’re sweet and loving. The next you’re cold and distant. Is it me? Is it your past haunting you? Is there someone from before that is still in your heart and mind? Do you really love me? Do you want me? Can I trust you? J.B.


When love
is not madness
it is not love.
Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Polish the Coin

broken20heart11Why do you love me? Why do you want me in front of all others? There are times when such questions ring in my head and make me crazy. I’m sorry that happens, but there are moments when I wonder why someone so young and beautiful would want me. J.R.


…love is a two-sided coin. It can strengthen or stifle,
expand or enfeeble, perfect or pauperize.
When love is returned, we soar.
We are taken to heights unseen, where it delights,
invigorates, and beautifies.
When love is spurned, we feel crippled,
disconsolate, and bereaved.
Polish the coin and you will see
only requited love on both sides.
I was destined to love you
and I will belong to you forever.”
Colleen Houck

For No Good Reason

broken20heart11Sometimes I break my own heart then realize it’s of my own doing. You have done nothing. Re-assembling the pieces, I know everything is okay UNTIL the next time my restless mind takes over again. Oh, what torture I put myself through for no good reason. C.T.


We are often insane with happiness.
We are also very unhappy for reasons
neither of us can do anything about.
Like being separated.
Audrey Niffenegger


broken20heart11Falling was only the beginning. Loving you is the real journey. I discovered over time you’re not what you presented yourself to be. Instead of kind, tender and considerate, you’re actually self-centered, cruel and callous. I’m not sure how long I can take this. W.P.


Love takes off masks
that we fear we cannot live without
and know we cannot live within.
James Baldwin

Please Look Through

broken20heart11I say too much. I dream too much. I try to make things the way I want them to be, instead of how they are. I want things to be better, but often end up hurting you with my good intentions. Please look through my neediness and see my true love for you. M.E..


Cinderella walked on broken glass.
Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass.
Belle fell in love with a hideous beast.
Jasmine married a common thief.
Ariel walked on land for love and life.
Snow White barely escaped a knife.
It was all about blood, sweat, and tears.
Because love means facing your biggest fears.

To Save Me

broken20heart11From the moment we met passion and feelings of attachment swept us away. As the winds of attraction calmed I found myself trying to be what I thought you wanted, instead of who I was. In time I grew to hate myself. To save me, I had to leave you. G.T.

Now_I__m_Leaving_You_by_sinplayerAs soon as the love relationship
does not lead me to me,
as soon as I in a love relationship
do not lead another person to himself,
this love, even if it seems to be the most secure
and ecstatic attachment I have ever experienced,
is not true love.
For real love is dedicated to continual becoming.
Leo Buscaglia