How you kept me from seeing what you were texting on your phone was a clue, but I let it go. I love you. Now your secrets are out. You’ve never been faithful to me and cheated the whole time. I’ll give you a second chance, but only one to deal with your addiction. C.B.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark,
in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite,
the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero
in your soul perish, in lonely frustration
for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.
Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won.
It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
Sometimes I break my own heart then realize it’s of my own doing. You have done nothing. Re-assembling the pieces, I know everything is okay UNTIL the next time my restless mind takes over again. Oh, what torture I put myself through for no good reason. C.T.
We are often insane with happiness.
We are also very unhappy for reasons
neither of us can do anything about.
Like being separated.
She chose you and left me. Standing by and watching you hurt her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My heart silently weeps and my soul aches for her. I can’t love her more than I still do, but for now I can’t say a word. Maybe one day I can hold her again. R.R.
You didn’t love her.
You just didn’t want to be alone.
Or maybe, maybe she was
just good for your ego.
Or, maybe she made you feel better
about your miserable life,
but you didn’t love her.
Because you don’t destroy
people you love.
This is not the life I hoped for. How did I end up so far away from my dreams? Simple, I loved you. You sucked me dry and left me with broken emotions. I hardly know how to even think any more. There have been fools as big, but none greater than me. O.M.
Her heart is played like well-worn strings;
in her eyes,
the sadness sings -
of one who was destined
for better things.
I know I’m kinda crazy. I get afraid and say stupid crap. I worry too much and illogically fear losing you although you’ve never given me a single reason to. I care for you beyond explanation and need you beyond logic. You love is like oxygen to me. C.B.
What most people call loving consists
of picking out a woman and marrying her.
They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them.
As if you could pick in love,
as if it were not a lightning bolt
that splits your bones
and leaves you staked out
in the middle of the courtyard.
You don’t pick out the rain
that soaks you to a skin
when you come out of a concert.
Instinctively I know one day you’re going to break my heart. You hide too much and keep secrets. When I ask to know more, you get upset and say you will never completely reveal yourself to me. I love you, but am addicted to being with you. C.B.
If you are going to love me, love me deeply.
If you’re going to break my heart, then break it all.
If you’re going to care, care for me completely.
If you decide not to hold me, then just let me fall.
If you are going to stay, then stay forever.
And if you want to leave, then do it today.
If you are going to change, then change for the better.
And if you are going to talk, then please mean what you say.
It hurts to think this may not work out, but I want it to. We’re very different and the years between us take their toll sometimes. How do I stop this turmoil inside me? All I know to do is keep going, hoping and keeping my love for you at the top of my heart. Y.M.
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
We live in denial of what we do,
even what we think.
We do this because we’re afraid.
We fear we will not find love,
and when we find it we fear we’ll lose it.
You drove me away an inch at a time. To a point I was able to get used to your messy habits, lack of manners and selfish ways. But you never even really tried to change. It’s my fault for thinking a spoiled brat could. I’m sorry, but I can’t live like this. H.M.
If you’re giving love and not receiving it,
you’re not in the right relationship.
If you’re receiving it and not giving it
then you are taking advantage
of the other person.
I know there were many before me, but I hope to be the last; your enduring love. How do I stop this discomfort in my heart from the fear you’re going to hurt me? Today I am what you want, but what about next month, next year? Will you still want me then? M.M.
Will you love me, please?
When I’m bored, when I cry, when I tease?
Will you love me when I’m reading and don’t talk?
Or when I’m too tired to go on a walk?
Will you love me when I don’t feel like kissing?
When the last thing I want is to touch?
Will you love me when I hate me?
My I ask this, or is it too much
Hurting me without explanation and later telling me it was for my own good is deceitful. It’s up to me to choose if I want to be with you. Your place is not to decide you’re fit or unfit for me. That’s about you selfishly battling your own demons; not what is best for me. R.P.
Perhaps the reason we are unable to love
is that we yearn to be loved, that is,
we demand something (love)
from our partner instead of
delivering ourselves up to him
demand-free and asking
for nothing but his company.