It hurts to say goodbye to the person you almost gave your life to knowing that life won’t be the same without them. But its better to give rather than know you’re the only one fighting. I fought for our love and lost. You barely tried. E.O.
Giving up doesn’t always
mean you are weak;
sometimes it means
that you are strong
enough to let go.
I’m lying here trying to sort out how our once great love became such a mess. We both did things that hurt the other, but nothing large enough to split us up. I guess the accumulation of lots of little wrongs added up to being big enough to break us. B.P.
I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart,
then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive.
And I understand that at that precise moment,
when your heart breaks open, that all you want to do
is lay down and die! Because you know that is
the only way the pain is ever going to stop.
A web of deceit came from you and I loving each other. You were unfaithful. I got even by doing the same thing. Anger grew. Animosity thrived. A stack of lies piled up while compassion for each other evaporated. We’re done my Darling. G.D.
When two people decide to get a divorce,
it isn’t a sign that they “don’t understand” one another,
but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
Our trips to Europe are strong in my memory. Any photo of our favorite city is an instant reminder. So is every song I listened to on the flights. Like yesterday I recall the restaurants, coffee shops, art museums, walking in the snow at night… I remember it all. CB
Memories are bullets.
Some whiz by and only spook you.
Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
I’m over our breakup and have moved on, but still don’t understand how could you be so kind and loving and then be the exact opposite? I thought you loved me. Then you hated me. Did I do something to deserve that? What happened? What went wrong?
I don’t know what it was
that made me love you.
Or what it was that made you
hate me the way you do.
I remember what you said
And I remember what you did
And it never made sense.
You were there
And then you weren’t.
You had my heart
And I had yours
You said it was love
So I stayed.
Maybe it was too much;
Maybe it wasn’t enough.
But I will never forget
The way you made me feel;
Like I was everything,
And I will never forget
The way you made me feel
Like I was nothing
Antonio M. Arce
I was blind and didn’t see it coming. Saying you were leaving to be with someone else was like being punched in the stomach. Stunned and feeling like I wanted to throw up, I watched you leave. Now comes the pain. I won’t be the same for a long time. L.H.
I examine my hands.
Rings still there
but no longer valid.
From “Split: A Memoir of Divorce”
by Suzanne Finnamor
It seemed certain we’d always be together. The days, weeks, months and years all ran together. I took us for granted and mistreated you. Only now that you’re gone do I realize you were the center of my universe. Day and night all I think about is you. C.W.
You never knew the last time you were seeing someone.
You didn’t know when the last argument happened,
or the last time you had sex,
or the last time you looked into their eyes
and thanked God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.
From “Lover Mine”
by J.R. Ward
Being obsessed with my imperfections shaped how I saw you. It was craziness that caused me to think anyone who could love me was too screwed up and imperfect for me to love. I drove you away and made you despise me. Yet my heart still cries for you. B.J.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover,
instead of creating the perfect love.
image by KCe7
It took a while to sort out, but I don’t think you were ever in love with me. Maybe you fell for someone you wanted me to be or thought you could make me into. You never took the time to know who I really am and see if you could love that person. J.J.
Many people do not fall in love;
they fall in love with the idea
of themselves being in love.
They never see the other person.
I don’t ask for much;
I only ask to be seen.
C. JoyBell C.
We’ll never know for sure what happened. We made mistakes, did stupid things and hurt each other. Our love became horribly wounded. We kept on fighting and our hearts did not heal. I guess we tired of trying to save a love that was terminally ill. T.K.
Love dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
Love dies of blindness
and errors and betrayals.
Love dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishing.