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.
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
Everyone thinks I’m fine. I’m the only one that knows something is slowly dying inside me. Every day it decays a little more, festering into an unrecognizable form. You left me behind and alone to be the slayer of the love that once lived in my heart for you. E.L.
Love is a great poet,
its resources are inexhaustible,
but if the end it has in view
is not obtained,
it feels weary and remains silent.
Loving you devastated me. Everything you said was lies to get what you wanted. Now it’s clear to see you used me to climb the corporate ladder. As good as I am at spotting ‘users’, you fooled me. The only thing I’m left with is this wound in my heart. D.D.
In life we don’t always get what we want;
hopes and dreams get washed away so easily,
hearts are broken, chances are missed,
and we always seem to end up
right back where we started.
From “Colliding Worlds”
By Rebecah McManus
Why do men run from women who try to make them happy and fight for the ones who make them sad? The biggest mistake a guy makes is thinking the girl who broke his heart once won’t do it again. You’ve broken mine three times! When will I learn?! D.C.
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn’t love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who’ll break my Heart”
From “Clockwork Prince” by Cassandra Clare
I don’t know which I would rather believe; that you never did care or that you eventually stopped. If you never actually loved me, it’s my fault for thinking you did. If you loved me and then stopped it’s your fault for making me think you’d always love me. H.S.
There were many ways of breaking a heart.
Stories were full of hearts being broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream,
whatever that dream might be.