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 was just a few nights. You took what you wanted, then dumped me. For you it was casual sex like scratching an itch. For me it was more. I feel dirty & used from giving all of myself to another man who didn’t deserve me. You’d think I’d have learned by now. S.F.
I’m not supposed to love you,
I’m not supposed to care
I’m not supposed to live my life,
wishing you were there
I’m not supposed to wonder
where you are or what you do
I’m sorry I just can’t help myself,
I fell in love with you.
Who am I? I don’t know anymore. I used to, but now I don’t. You coming into my life changed me permanently. Now you leaving me behind is changing me even further into someone, something, I don’t like. Love is dying and I’m dying with it. T.G.
I want to cry
I want to scream
I want to tell you mostly
I hate that I’m so afraid of everything
I hate that you’re the one thing I want the most but can’t have
I hate that you let me go before I got even got to say goodbye
I wish that you would come back to me
I wish I were strong enough to say no to you
I wish I could believe my own lies I use to cover up the pain you left
I need to move on says my head
I need to hold on says my heart
I need to decide says my mind
I envy the way this hasn’t hurt you at all
I envy her
I envy the fact you don’t understand what this feels like at all
I want to hurt you
I want to be with you
I want this nightmare to be over
I wish I could make things they were before you
I wish I could change time
I wish I could change you
I wish I could have hurt you before you hurt me
I wish I would have given you the letter when I wanted
I need you out of my thoughts
I need you out of my heart
I need to start doing things for me
I hate that you used me
I hate that I gave you something I can never have back
I hate that I wasted it with you
I’m tired of hoping aimlessly for you
I’m tired of wanting something I can’t have
I’m tired of hurting me for things that aren’t my fault
I’m sorry I was good enough
I’m sorry I defended you when everyone else was right
I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy
Funny though how you never once said sorry for hurting me,
for breaking me,
for not loving me.
She chose you and left me. Standing by and watching you hurt her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My heart silently weeps and my soul aches for her. I can’t love her more than I still do, but for now I can’t say a word. Maybe one day I can hold her again. R.R.
You didn’t love her.
You just didn’t want to be alone.
Or maybe, maybe she was
just good for your ego.
Or, maybe she made you feel better
about your miserable life,
but you didn’t love her.
Because you don’t destroy
people you love.
Knowing you were much younger always made me wonder what would become of me for loving you. Now I know. You got bored and wanted someone your own age. Now you say that was a mistake and you want only me. Should I believe you? Trust you? B.C.
Deciding to get back together with someone
is a complicated and difficult decision.
Just remember that the person you are
getting back together with is the same person who,
not long before, looked you in your beautiful face,
took full stock of you and all your qualities,
and told you that he was no longer
in need of your company.
I was playing for keeps. You were just playing. Only the chase that make you like me. Once I was yours the thrill was gone and moved on to your next conquest. I hate myself for letting you use me, but I hate myself more for letting you. W.O.
I heard you’re a player. So, lets play a game.
Lets sweet talk. Lets play fight. Lets talk 24/7.
Lets tell each other good morning and good night every day.
Lets take walks together. Let’s give each other nicknames.
Lets go on dates. Lets talk on the phone all night long.
Lets hold each other. Lets kiss and hug.
And whoever falls in love first? Loses
It felt like a bomb hit me when I came home and found you had moved out leaving only a note that said “I’m sorry. I just did not know how to tell you that I did not love you any more. I’m a pathetic weakling for not telling you in person.” YES YOU ARE! T.N.
It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking,
like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand.
Not a shattering, not a tearing apart,
there is nothing shrill
or grandiose about the sensation.
It is merely an internal realization
that something treasured…
is leaving forever.
Fine! Leave! Forget how it felt to hold me, but don’t pretend our time together didn’t happen. You worked so hard to get me to believe you loved me. Then when I finally trusted every word you said, I was no longer a challenge. Bored, you discarded me. T.R.
I said I love you
and you said it too,
the only difference was
I didn’t lie to you.
What happened to me? Why would I do something like that? I was weak, drank too much and spent the night with someone whose name I don’t remember. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I have to tell you what I did and am nearly certain I’m about to lose you. C.W.
Heaven has no rage
like love to hatred turned,
nor hell a fury
like a woman scorned.
What a mess you left me in: emotionally unstable, pregnant and brokenhearted. Maybe I simply got to be too much or maybe you never loved me at all. Every step now is agony, but I’m going to make it. I’m going to be okay and I’m going to do it by myself. E.O.
…I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly
and irreparably broken that there could be
no real joy again, that at best there might
eventually be a little contentment.
Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life,
pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to,
I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud
with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed,
grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.