For years I’ve carried you in my heart, always hoping for a new start, but there’s never been a second right time for us. You’ve been searching for so long. What you had never seemed for long to be what you wanted. Have you found yourself yet? K.M.
I miss your kiss and I miss your touch.
I don’t know why I love you so much.
To see your smile and touch your face…
To be back in your arms where I felt so safe…
I need you now, like I needed you then.
Its too painful I just can’t be your friend.
Please come back to me,
and you will see
that you and I
are meant to be.
Even when you find love usually it is not lasting. Knowing that doesn’t make my broken heart hurt less. So much of my life revolved around you, but that’s gone now. About the hardest thing I’ve ever done is watch the one I love, love someone else. B.J.
Sometimes you have
to accept the fact
that certain things
will never go back
to how they used to be.
When you love someone, they become part of you. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much that you’re gone and there’s hole where my feelings for you are stored. I’m in no big hurry to try to fill that space because I know it will take a long time to stop loving you. B.E.
Love is like a puzzle.
When you’re in love, all the pieces fit
but when your heart gets broken,
it takes a while to get everything back together.
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 hate you. I despise you. I’m disgusted by you. I loathe you. I detest you. I abhor you. I’m repulsed by you. I can’t stand you. I can’t bear to see you. I dislike you. You’re bad for me. You’re okay. I like you. I care for you. I’m fond of you. I love you. S.A.
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I had you,
but there isn’t a day
that goes by that
I don’t miss you.
Time heals wounds, but the wounded are often never the same again. It’s impossible my heart could ever be as open or my mind as hopeful as when you loved me. I’m like a chair missing a leg; incomplete and in need of propping up.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows that in that moment
you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level of abandon
where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss
seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope
I looked for a long time. A day, a week, a month or a year eventually always showed each to be a bad match for me. Then you came along. We were so very happy until we made a mess of things. I can’t let go and don’t care who did what. I I only want you. C.A.
is hard to find,
hard to keep,
hard to forget.
I loved you when I was twenty-one and still when thirty-one rolled around. The years pass without you. People come and go. Some I remember well. Others I can’t even recall their names. Now I’m over forty and still in love with a man I can’t have. H.E.
The pain started years ago,
but I’d lived with it for so long
at that point that I’d accepted it
as an inevitable part of me.
by Ashley D. Wallis
My sadness is hidden. I don’t let it show. Everyone thinks I’m fine, but that’s just an act I am putting on. If I’m fine it means: Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. I don’t want anyone to know I miss you so much it is driving me insane. P.O.
I think of you in silence
Imaging things are still the same.
But all I have left are memories
and a heart around your name.
My spirit aches with sadness
and invisible tears steadily flow.
What it meant to lose you
no-one will ever know.
Things were going so well. I had begun to believe I didn’t need you and was finally getting over our breakup. I was almost accustomed to life without you and doing good on my own. Then I saw you on the street. You smiled at me and ruined it all. H.S.
When will it stop?
that… that… that…
that part of me
that was Y-O-U!
Why can’t you fill it?
Why did you leave?
Why, Why, Why?