So much of my life revolved around you. From what time I get up to what I eat; from what I watch on TV to the positions I sleep in; from my plans for the future to how I dress are all inexplicably intertwined with you. I’ve become lost from losing you. T.G.
A habit cannot be
tossed out the window.
It must be coaxed
down the stairs
one step at a time.
Outwardly it appears I have moved on and that’s true… well, mostly… sometimes. There’s no doubt you have moved on and I am just a fixture in your past. But for me my love for you still bounces between what was and what I still have hope for what might be. S.P.
I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep…
standing on the edge of something much too deep…
funny how I feel so much but cannot say a word…
we are screaming inside, oh, but we can’t be heard…
so afraid to love you, more afraid to lose…
clinging to a past..
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.
My pride got the best of me. Anger blinded me over something near meaningless. You said you were tired of me beating you up emotionally over the smallest things and left. I thought you’d come back. It’s been weeks now and I don’t know where you are. L.S.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
Too often It seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts.
And we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
I can’t make you love me, want me, or understand me. All I can do Is hope that someday you will. I’m not going to sit around waiting for you, but I will keep hoping you’ll want me before time creates too vast a distance between us. I’m waiting, but not forever. C.N.
In my story you’re the villain.
But in my heart,
you’re still the reigning King.
Coco J. Ginger
Friends tell me to move on, but they don’t understand the depth of feeling in my heart for you. Digging that love out of me is like trying to shovel quicksand. With every attempt more falls back in than I can dig out and I get pulled deeper into the quagmire. T.G.
You say that love is nonsense.
I tell you it is no such thing.
For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain,
an ache about the heart, never leaving one,
by night or by day; a long strain on one’s nerves
like toothache or rheumatism,
not intolerable at any one instant,
but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Henry Brooks Adams
A hopeless fool I am; an addict. My substance of choice does not come in a pill or glass; it’s you. Like a junkie who can’t get a fix I shake, sweat and grieve doing my best to shake this habit since you don’t want me anymore. I feel like I am dying. B.R.
Everyone has an addiction,
mine happens to be you.