You hurt me in little ways you don’t even notice. Scanning and half reading my texts makes me wonder if you really care. Not calling when you say you will is upsetting. Making small promises and not following through pains me. Do you love me or not? B.R.J.
Don’t be mad
when someone else starts
to appreciate the person
you took for granted.
What you won’t do,
someone else will.
It seems my only purpose was to help you find out who you’re really in love with. Now you’ve gone back to her and I’m left here all alone with a broken heart that still loves you. You got found and I got left behind. One sided-love is painfully dark and lonely. T.P.
In the arithmetic of love,
one plus one equals everything,
and two minus one equals nothing.
You seemed normal enough and falling in love with you was easy. I hoped you were doing the same with me. However now I know you are not capable of loving anyone. You are too wrapped up in yourself. It’s sad that your heart is rock hard and unfeeling! C.R.
I would rather have eyes that cannot see;
ears that cannot hear;
lips that cannot speak,
than a heart that cannot love.
I don’t want to let you got, but I know it’s what has to be done. You’re done with me. You’ve moved on. You don’t want me any more. How do I empty the space in my heart where my love for you resides? And then how to I fill that emptiness. A.O.
Wanting her is hard to forget,
loving her is hard to regret,
losing her is hard to accept,
but even with all the hurt I’ve felt,
letting go is the most painful yet.
Without hesitation or reservation I opened my heart to you. All I was and hoped to be I gave to you. It was enough… for a while. Then you grew restless and in time, mean to me. Why didn’t you just leave instead of staying around and breaking my hard? A.S.
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
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.
I don’t want you back, I just want to get over you. That’s impossible when you won’t leave me alone. Let me be clear. I don’t want to see you or talk to you. I don’t want email or texts from you. Forget my address, lose my number and leave me alone. B.C.
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it’s the worst,
emptied out by a single word…
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now.
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.
Reading the last eight months in my diary it’s clear I’m stuck. I’ve written how much I love and miss you. Of course, that doesn’t help. I’ve put down my anger and how much I loathe what you did to me. That doesn’t help either. My heart is frozen shut with you in it. J.G.
Make me forget him…
I don’t want to remember he existed.
I don’t want to remember his face
That could either make me or break me with one look.
I don’t want to remember that he was into me.
I don’t want to think “what if”;
Those thoughts don’t exist in our future.
So wipe away his face,
Wipe away my disappointment;
Cure my hurt and my anguish;
Make all my sorrow and despair
vanish out of my life just like he did.
There are no visible traces on me of the pain you caused. The outward wounds are all healed and I appear just fine. And most of the time I am. But once in a while one of the bruises you left on my heart acts up. It hurts, but no one knows but me. L.E.
External scar’s fade in time,
they may seem horrid and garish
when they happen but they change
and soon you’re just left with a little blemish or mark.
It’s the internal ones that are invisible to others that give the deepest pain,
the most hurt…