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.
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.
Your job kept you on the road so much I lost track of who you are and you seemed like stranger. Even when you were in town you spent most of your time hanging out with your buddies. Now you’re surprised I am breaking up with you? Grow up! K.L.
Brains are like hearts…
they go where they are appreciated.
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.
With a depth I’ve not felt never before or since, I loved you. Our time brought highs and joy when we were new then crushed and tore me as we fell apart. We damaged each other so much. Love could not survive. I wonder if feelings so deep will ever come again. W.L.
Love entered in my heart one day
A sad, unwelcome guest.
But when it begged that it might stay
I let it stay and rest.
It broke my nights with sorrowing
It filled my heart with fears
And, when my soul was prone to sing
It filled my eyes with tears.
But…now that it has gone its way
I miss the dear ole pain.
And, sometimes, in the night I pray
That love might come again.
J. California Cooper
I thought you genuinely cared for me and even after you were gone I told myself, “He loves me. He’ll be back”. The weeks passed and then months. I continued to pretend. Today on the anniversary of you dumping me I am letting you go… completely. D.H.
I loved you
even when you forgot me.
And—for a little while—
you loved me back.
Each day it feels like another piece of me dies. I am becoming numb. I’m just not right without you. It feels as if a necessary part of my body and soul has been removed, and while I am still breathing and alive, I will never be the same again. M.E.
I see what you did,
you ripped apart a heart
that was wanting to love you.
You tore a man who was so adamant
in his pursuit to love you.
Now he will never be the same,
he will always shy away from
fully trusting a woman with all of his heart.
If loving you with all my heart was enough to change you, we’d be living happily together. Things don’t work that way though. No matter how much I wish you’d behave differently and be faithful, I don’t think you ever will. I’ve had enough of this carnival side-show. F.L.
If life was a circus
I’d be your clown,
I’d get on your pony,
ride your merry-go-round.
If life was a circus
under your big tent,
make love with you forever
we’d be heaven spent.
If life was a circus
in your arena we would play,
with each other
forever, and a day.
But life is not a circus
I am not a clown,
all I can ever do
is watch your merry-go-round.
My pride got the best of me. Anger blinded me over something near meaningless. You said you were tired of me beating you up emotionally over the smallest things and left. I thought you’d come back. It’s been weeks now and I don’t know where you are. L.S.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
Too often It seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts.
And we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
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.