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
I have tried to leave you behind. I have tried to evict you from my heart. I have tried to let go. I have tried to move on, but with every new guy I feel more & more like I’ll never be able to replace you. And the sad thing is I know I have already been replaced. A.I.
Forget the times he walked by.
Forget the times he made you cry.
Forget the times he spoke your name.
Remember now you’re not the same.
Forget the times he held your hand.
Forget the sweet things if you can.
Forget the good times & don’t pretend.
Remember now he’s just your friend.
I fell in love with you. You broke my heart. You said you were sorry and I took you back. Then you broke my heart again and I forgave you again. Now you’ve deeply hurt me a third time and made a pitiful apology. I don’t believe you anymore. Leave me alone.
Break my heart one,
Same on you
Break my heart twice,
Shame on me.
Break my heart a third time,
I will forget about you.
Sometimes, you have to give up on people. Not because you don’t care, but because they don’t. I held out for as long as I could. My love for you has slowly died from lack of attention. All that remains are near lifeless remnants of what once lived in my heart. T.G.
Moving on is simple,
it’s what you leave behind
that makes it so difficult.
My friends and family were right when they said I went crazy when you asked for a divorce. With the mention of that one word, my world became a dark place where I saw no future. It took months before the sheer agony of losing you began to fade L.S.
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.