What happened? How much was your fault? How much mine? Which things could I have done differently? What should you have done another way? This is the “looking for answers” game I play. I’m beginning to realize it doesn’t matter. “We” are not more. B.C.
You can obsess and obsess
over how things ended-
what you did wrong
or could have done differently-
but there’s not much of a point.
It’s not like it’ll change anything.
From “The Catastrophic History of You and Me”
By Jess Rothenberg
You want children. I don’t. You knew it before we got married. Now you say you went ahead believing I’d change in time. It hurts me so deeply to say this, but we need to go separate ways. You deserve to have what you need. I can’t give you a child. I just can’t. I’m sorry. S.S.
Love has features
which pierce all hearts,
he wears a bandage
which conceals the faults
of those beloved.
He has wings,
he comes quickly
and flies away the same.
Pourquoi avez-vous briser mon coeur? Pourquoi?!? I learned French to communicate better with you. I moved to your country so we could be together. I gave you every thing I had. Then after a month you walked away as if it was all nothing. Did you ever really love me? D.R.
The knife cuts deeply to the core
The spirit bleeds forever more
A pain to last a whole life long
But who’s to say if this is wrong
We loved beside a diamond bay
That flashed the sun in bright of day
And glittered in the starry night
But who’s to say that it was right
Two may love each other yet not be able to live together. You get jealous. I have difficulty expressing my love. You get raging mad. I don’t like sex often. You do. We’re from different countries. We sleep in separate beds as often as together. Is our marriage doomed? D.F.
… we feel everything but yet we see nothing.
… still we shed tears of promise
… holding on to this love cause our hearts say to stay
… even thought our minds say to let go and move on
… so we stay and hurt each other
… till one of us can’t take it any more.
Adapted from a poem by Kidd
Never will I understand how you could say you were in love with me & the next day say you never were. You chased me for weeks before I’d go out with you. We dated for months before I’d sleep with you. Then after one time you were gone. You sure fooled me and my heart. L.P.
I feel like no one cares
that I can’t continue living
Because the pain only intensifies
day by day,
and I know I will never have you again.
I wouldn’t wish the pain I’m in
on to my worst enemy.
No one should have to go through this.
So why am I?
Why didn’t you love me?
I gave you everything
And would have given you more.
My heart’s broken; destroyed; stomped on. Whizzed in a food processor. Grated into tiny pieces with a cheese grater. Ripped in two and set on fire. You waited til my birthday to break up. Now I’ll think of this pain on every birthday that follows. Was that your intention? K.M.
Some Day You’ll Cry For Me
Like I Cried For You,
Some Day You’ll Miss Me
Like I Missed You,
Some Day You’ll Need Me
Like I Needed You,
Some Day You’ll Love Me
But I Won’t Love You
We ignore each other and try to pretend the other person doesn’t exist, but deep down we know it wasn’t supposed to end like this. It’s amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces. V.M.
Will take anything for it.
Just cut it out of my chest
and end this suffering.