The last thing I want is for you to go, but I know you’re going. You don’t love me like I love you. You’re still searching and don’t really know yet what you need. No words can’t change your mind. There is nothing I can do but let you go and love you from a distance. S.D.
Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you;
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you;
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you;
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you;
Consumed by the fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me;
I am thinking of your love for me;
I am torn by your love for me;
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I am told you will go from here
I am told you will leave me here;
My body is numb with grief;
Remember what I have said, my love
Good bye, my love, good bye.
recited by a Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska
I used to think we might get back together. However, now I know what is done, is done. What we once shared lives only in the past now. I may have started the storm of hurt, but you threw plenty in the hurricane too. Our love became crippled, never to heal. O.A.
Grab a plate and throw it on the floor
Did it break?
Okay, now say sorry to it.
Did it go back to how it was before?
Now do you understand?
The days when we were falling in love were intense as the flames grew ever higher and higher. Then one day the fire died down to embers and soon after the coals were lifeless and black. Sustained love takes great tending. Dying love takes only indifference. L.L.
The flame of love
just a cold loneliness.
There is something beautiful about all scars, whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed; done with. But that does not mean feelings die completely. Where ever there has been love, some remains forever. A.O.
A heartbreak is a blessing from God.
It’s just his way of letting you realize
He saved you from the wrong one.
When I know something is not meant for me, I have learned to let go. That is not a weakness. Rather I am doing the right thing for myself by fighting the urge of wanting what is not good for me. How much I love you is not worth the misery it brings. C.P.
Love doesn’t go out like a light
or with a bang.
It passes away
as slow as honey drips
onto your morning toast.
Love clings to your being
just as wet clothes to skin,
but clothes dry
and so will your tears.
The nights become simpler
and the waves of unbearable heat
grow to be short flashes of subtle warmth,
and soon love will be
just a distant pang in the right back corner
of your still-beating heart.
From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
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.
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.
There have been a few I wished I could fall in love with, but couldn’t. Then there are those like you who I shouldn’t have fallen in love with, but did. Wanting what is bad for me and refusing what could be good is the insanity of my heart. J.B.
Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love
with people I couldn’t have.
Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people
waiting for me to find them.
Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility
over and over again.
Carol Rifka Brunt
We’ll never know for sure what happened. We made mistakes, did stupid things and hurt each other. Our love became horribly wounded. We kept on fighting and our hearts did not heal. I guess we tired of trying to save a love that was terminally ill. T.K.
Love dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
Love dies of blindness
and errors and betrayals.
Love dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishing.
Even though we had both vowed our love to another, temptation overtook us. Our affair messed up everything. We got divorces to be together but our marriage failed. Why did we ever expect anything else? What we shared was founded on lies and deceit. R.W.
The truth that survives
is simply the lie
that is pleasantest to believe.
H. L. Mencken