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.
is like a
is learning them.
After a year I thought my heart had healed and I was over you. I go to a party thrown by some new people I’d met then a half hour later turn around and there you are. Just the two of us standing there talking was like when we first met. I fell in love with you all over again. D.H.
So I placed my heart under lock and key
To take some time, and take care of me
But I turn around and you’re standing here.
I’m asking for one night together. Just you and me; alone. And if you can honestly say you don’t feel anything for me after that night, I’ll leave. Please! Let’s put the past and our pride away for 8 hours and make sure we’re not about to throw something beautiful away. J.C.
If you have it [love],
you don’t need to have anything else,
and if you don’t have it,
it doesn’t matter much what else you have.
Sir James M. Barrie