It hurts to say goodbye to the person you almost gave your life to knowing that life won’t be the same without them. But its better to give rather than know you’re the only one fighting. I fought for our love and lost. You barely tried. E.O.
Giving up doesn’t always
mean you are weak;
sometimes it means
that you are strong
enough to let go.
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.
I was playing for keeps. You were just playing. Only the chase that make you like me. Once I was yours the thrill was gone and moved on to your next conquest. I hate myself for letting you use me, but I hate myself more for letting you. W.O.
I heard you’re a player. So, lets play a game.
Lets sweet talk. Lets play fight. Lets talk 24/7.
Lets tell each other good morning and good night every day.
Lets take walks together. Let’s give each other nicknames.
Lets go on dates. Lets talk on the phone all night long.
Lets hold each other. Lets kiss and hug.
And whoever falls in love first? Loses
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.
I’m lying here trying to sort out how our once great love became such a mess. We both did things that hurt the other, but nothing large enough to split us up. I guess the accumulation of lots of little wrongs added up to being big enough to break us. B.P.
I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart,
then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive.
And I understand that at that precise moment,
when your heart breaks open, that all you want to do
is lay down and die! Because you know that is
the only way the pain is ever going to stop.
Once I my heart was trashed by you, I have been scared to get attached again. I fear every woman I let get the least bit close is going to break my heart again. Someday I’ll heal, but meanwhile I live in the dead zone of broken hearts with memories of you. G.S.
The hours turned to days,
days to weeks,
and weeks to months.
Nothing has changed.
I’m still in love
you’re still gone.
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.
Yes, I was busy and worked long hours. In my mind it was all for ‘us’. In hindsight it’s easy to see I was addicted to money, success and the rush of making deals; the wins and loses. My love of risk cost me far more than I ever dreamed: YOU! B.P.
Too much of the time, we are blinded
by our own pursuits of people to love us,
people that don’t even matter,
while all that time we waste
and the people who do love us
have to stand on the sidewalk
and watch us beg in the streets!
C. JoyBell C.
Unwise. Silly. Dim-witted. Foolish. Stupid. Dense. Self-centered. Out of touch. And just plain wrong. Those are just a few of the words that describe my behavior. I mistreated you badly and acted liked you’d always be here and never leave me. WRONG! D.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.
Why do men run from women who try to make them happy and fight for the ones who make them sad? The biggest mistake a guy makes is thinking the girl who broke his heart once won’t do it again. You’ve broken mine three times! When will I learn?! D.C.
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn’t love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who’ll break my Heart”
From “Clockwork Prince” by Cassandra Clare