Why I felt I’d never get my heart badly broken still confuses me. I suppose because I was so careful who I let get close to me created a false sense of security. I gave my heart only to one I thought deserved it: YOU. Blinded by love I made a bad choice. T.P.
The world breaks everyone
and afterwards many are strong
at the broken places.
Ernest Hemingway
You’re the one who broke my heart. You’re the reason my world fell apart. You’re the one who made me cry. Yet I’m still in love with you and I don’t know why. I’m addicted and obsessed with you as my mind altering drug. Love for you is destroying me a day at a time. L.A.
Softly as a gentle breeze,
Love crept into my heart
So softly I did not realize
Until we came to part.
‘Twas then that love so suddenly
Grew claws, and without warning
Clamped around my heart and left
Me bleeding and in mourning.
By “Earthbound Angel”
My life’s a mess. My heart aches. My head hurts. I can’t sleep. Work sucks. Going to sleep is hard. Waking up feeling sad is harder. I can’t concentrate. I’m not eating. I’m neglecting my friends and family. Without you I am a rudderless ship in rough water. B.C.
I am lost without you.
I am soulless, a drifter without a home,
a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere.
I am all these things,
and I am nothing at all.
This, my darling,
is my life without you.
From “Message in a Bottle”
by Nicholas Sparks
Trying to stop caring about you has made me so f’ing miserable! I feel stupid because I can’t stop loving someone who hurt me like you did. Realizing I have no control over my heart, finally I’ve given up. It’ll heal when it does. Till then I must endure this love. J.S.
Love couldn’t be moved by circumstance,
poor choices, or even blatant lies;
skewed and damaged, yes,
but the heart couldn’t deny
what it wanted most once the desire was planted.
Whether in bliss or affliction, love owned you all the same.
From “The Tragedy of Knowledge” by Rachael Wade
It’s sad when someone you know so well becomes someone you once knew. Now you treat me almost like I was never a part of your life. We used to talk for hours about our dreams of a future life together. Now you say nothing and won’t even look me in the eye. R.W.
Sitting in her room,
nobody by her side.
She sits there waiting for her doom
with bruises on her pride.
Her eyes have turned bright red.
Fresh tears have stained each cheek.
With every tear she sheds,
she starts to grow quite weak.
Her heart was struck and shattered.
She threw away each piece.
Those memories that once mattered,
she now cares for the least.
She used to fly with angel wings,
the sun’s rays were her crown.
Until one day a change of things
that sent her spiraling down.
She never thought she’d feel this way,
so sad and broken-hearted.
But then it came the dreadful day,
the boy she loved departed.
By Hannah LeClair
All I am and thought I could be was yours, but it was not enough. How was I to know you were only playing around? You said all the right things and made the best moves to get me fall in love with you. I was ALL yours, but you grew tired of me and faded away. L.S.
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.
From “The Painted Veil” by W. Somerset Maugham
Most of the time I’m fine; sometimes I’m not. Tears don’t show up often anymore when I remember what we shared. However, when I lie in bed at night remembering the tenderness in how we once made love, I cry tears on the outside and inside all over my heart. K.M.
Real Tears Are Not Those
That Fall From Eyes
And Cover The Face,
But Those That Fall From Heart
And Cover The Soul…
Christina Ricci
There’s no one who would understand what I’m going through. When you said goodbye to me, I did not let it show I was breaking inside. I haven’t let anyone else see either. But when I am alone, about all I do is cry over what has been lost. My grief is long and deep. H.C.
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.
Washington Irving
I wonder how things might have turned out if we had met now when we are both single instead of back when we were married. The deceit and stress of our affair damned us from the start. Something good is rarely successfully built from doing what is wrong. L.K.
A love affair is like a short story;
it has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
The beginning was easy, the middle might drag,
invaded by commonplace, but the end,
instead of being decisive and well-knit
with that element of revelatory surprise
as a well-written story should be,
it usually dissipated in a succession
of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Once in a while I still shed a tear over breaking up with you. Every time my mind screams “YOU SCREWED UP” because letting you go was a huge mistake . You moved on, married and have a child now. How do I forgive myself? How do I stop loving you? C.W.
They told me to give up, to let you go
and they promised that someday
I’ll find someone else. At first I believed them
but after a while I started realizing they were wrong.
Now you’re gone and you’re not coming back.
You moved on and forgot about me,
but I’m still here wishing someday
you will come back
and will have our second chance.
Mahmoud El Hallab
