Love for you still lives in my heart but I’m different now.
You broke me. NO, you shattered me into pieces. Once I put myself back together the person who emerged is not the old quiet and compliant me. I’m stronger with lots of confidence. Are you ready for that? L.K.
Yes you are forgiven,
come back to me
and we can start all over again…
But one thing is for sure,
after you broke me
I’m not the same person
that you hurt before…
When I thought you loved me were the happiest days of my life. Now that you don’t places me in the darkest time I have ever endured. Without you days feel like they are a thousand hours long. Each sleepless night passes with no rest for my broken heart. L.L.
Pain, pain go away!
Please do not come back another day.
Tears falling down my face
oh how I wish for his warm embrace.
Pain, pain go away
bring me back to another day
where he loved me and
we thought we were meant to be.
Pain, pain go away
leave me alone and do not stay.
How can he stand there and break my heart
How did we allow us to grow so far apart?
“Pain Pain Go Away”
by Kari Johnston
You’ll never understand the damage you did treating me so badly. I tried hard to measure up to what you wanted, but it was never enough. I realize now it was only a projection of your thoughts about yourself on me. You couldn’t love me because you hate yourself. W.E.
There is no beauty in sadness.
No honor in suffering.
No growth in fear.
No relief in hate.
It’s just a waste
of perfectly good happiness.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
The thunder and lightning you came into my life with was exciting. In time it became obvious you were mentally ill. I tried to help and loved you through it all. In the end it didn’t matter. You shredded me, drove me away to another, then blamed me for it. S.B.
I wish I could find the words
To tell you how I feel.
There is so much I want to say
But I don’t know where to start.
There is a thousand questions
That I’d like to ask
But I fear
The answers might not be
What I want to hear.
So I stay quiet
Like there’s nothing on my mind
But the less I open up
The more I find myself confused.
It leaves me lost and lonely.
I think I’m being used.
There is a lot I need to know
To help me understand
To find the truth.
The hardest task
Is how to learn, how to ask.
I thought you didn’t love me, or at least not enough to make a life together. So I moved on, searching for something I never found. I see now it was me who wasn’t ready to commit to you when I had the chance. Interesting how life has turned the table on me. J.M.
has a cruel sense of humor,
giving you the thing
you always wanted
at the worst time possible.
How was I to know the ingredients to make whole a many-times broken heart was buried inside me? All I needed was a sprinkling of your magic and enchantment starts to awaken. Like a great quest for something of ultimate value, love’s mystery begs solving. J.R.
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief
…and unspeakable love.
19th century American author, Washington Irving
Love doesn’t come with instructions. One learns through mistakes and heartbreak. I was immature and ignorant when we were a couple. Maybe if I hadn’t acted like a child you would still be here and I wouldn’t have ended up loving someone who’s a long time gone. J.W.
When you lose someone you love,
you never get over it.
You get used to it.
Still I am bewildered. What happened? Did I do something wrong or did you? One week you could not keep your hands off me and the next you barely wanted to touch me. It tears at my heart to think you have someone else. I don’t want to believe it, but I know it’s true. G.E.
To me our love was everything
and you were my whole life.
It is not very pleasant to realize
that to you it was only an episode.
W. Somerset Maugham
I’m smiling, but don’t mean it. I miss how it used to be. I miss how our love was so real; how we cared for each other without end. Most of all I miss you telling me everything would be alright. I need that now more than ever. Without you it’s not going to be okay. B.B.
Lost love is still love.
It takes a different form, that’s all.
You can’t see their smile
or bring them food
or tousle their hair
or move them around a dance floor.
But when those senses weaken another heightens.
Memory. Memory becomes your partner.
You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Why did you cheat on me? You broke my heart into a thousand pieces and then laughed when I confronted you. It sucks to be a man who is so heartbroken he cries over a tramp like you. You’re one of the reasons men use women. They learned from females like you! T.E.
We hurt so much
because we have lost a part of ourselves.
If we have loved much,
we must have given much also,
and when everything’s over,
we feel as though we have lost everything.