Sound I stay? Should I go? Is running best or is hanging on to you for dear life better? Will you recover from your addiction to want only me? Can I love you the way I need to after now knowing the truth about you? For now, I just want to stay and be with you. M.E.
The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he’s in the game.
And once he’s in, he can’t go back,
He’ll beat his wings ’til he burns them black…
No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real,
‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation…
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . .
It took a long time, but I finally was able to fall in love again. And for loving you I learned how to love better. This time I won’t make the same mistakes or do the same stupid things. Heart, mind and soul I am healthy and able to love like never before. D.L.
It feels like I’ve dried up my tears
And fought my way out
of this darkness
which used to possess
every part of my being
but now, it feels like
I am finally healing.
No more are the mascara stained pillows
No more is the feeling of drowning in sorrow
Gone is the emptiness in which I used to feel
Seems like real life has re’gained it’s appeal.
There are parts of me where your fingerprints invisibly still exist, your kisses continue to linger and your soft whispers echo silently. And at least for now I don’t want that to change. I have not completely given up on us. Have you? A.S.
I hated myself
for needing him at such times,
for craving his strength
whenever I felt upset.
Back when I loved you and you loved me, we hurt each other so badly. The wounds took years to heal, but over time my heart has mended. Everyday the belief grows stronger that I should reach out to you and say “I still love you. Would you like to try again?” G.O.
Hate leaves ugly scars,
love leaves beautiful ones.
I’m a good person. You know that. But one who made a terrible mistake. There’s no doubt what I did was wrong. All I can do is tell you how much I love you, apologize with all my heart, beg you to take me back and try to convince you I’m worth a second chance. J.R.
We are all mistaken sometimes;
sometimes we do wrong things,
things that have bad consequences.
But it does not mean we are evil,
or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
Not your fault. Not mind either. Over time, distance didn’t make the heart grow fonder; it made it forget instead. Neither of us is to blame. A thousand miles between us is. We have to either find a way to live in the same city and try again or move on separately. K.M.
I am sorry, so very sorry, my poor heart.
I promised you that you would never have
to know such pain ever again, and that a life frozen
would be best. I let you thaw out for a woman,
taking a risk. It was slow, as to ease you back into
the warmth, that I chose to allow you out. I hoped
you would burn brighter than you once did, and
you showed so much more than I could have imagined.
You knew the risks as well as I, and followed my lead.
I am sorry, that this has happened once more.
You deserve so much more than this pain I have allowed.
It’s okay to fantasize about seeing you again. There’d be no harm in reminiscing together the love of a lifetime we shared long ago. Through laughter and tears we could resurrect the young man and young woman as we once were and pretend we’re half our age. L.U.
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Laughter brave
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
Taken from “Refusal” by Maya Angelou
The bad thing about my broken heart was I handed out pieces to anyone who pretended to love me. A little here; a little there, cast away, till all my heart and hurt were gone. Then you came back. Now I’m trying to collect the pieces and glue them back together. N.C.
the only person
who can help you
put a broken heart
is the one
who broke it
in the first place.
Ours is the same old story that everybody knows: one heart holding on; one heart letting go. You want to “try” again like we’ve done fifty times. I know if we do it won’t turn out any different. It’s time we accept we don’t belong together. I am letting you go my Darling. J.J.
A sad thing in life
is that sometimes
you meet someone
who means a lot to you
only to find out in the end
that it was never bound to be
and you just have to let go.
Never thought my broken heart would begin to mend, much less want to love again. Doubts swirl as old wounds ache with the thought of giving my heart once more, but I am stronger and better now. I have just enough left to risk it all and love one more time. J.R.B.
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is learning them.