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.
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.
For years I’ve carried you in my heart, always hoping for a new start, but there’s never been a second right time for us. You’ve been searching for so long. What you had never seemed for long to be what you wanted. Have you found yourself yet? K.M.
I miss your kiss and I miss your touch.
I don’t know why I love you so much.
To see your smile and touch your face…
To be back in your arms where I felt so safe…
I need you now, like I needed you then.
Its too painful I just can’t be your friend.
Please come back to me,
and you will see
that you and I
are meant to be.
Outwardly it appears I have moved on and that’s true… well, mostly… sometimes. There’s no doubt you have moved on and I am just a fixture in your past. But for me my love for you still bounces between what was and what I still have hope for what might be. S.P.
I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep…
standing on the edge of something much too deep…
funny how I feel so much but cannot say a word…
we are screaming inside, oh, but we can’t be heard…
so afraid to love you, more afraid to lose…
clinging to a past..
Knowing you were much younger always made me wonder what would become of me for loving you. Now I know. You got bored and wanted someone your own age. Now you say that was a mistake and you want only me. Should I believe you? Trust you? B.C.
Deciding to get back together with someone
is a complicated and difficult decision.
Just remember that the person you are
getting back together with is the same person who,
not long before, looked you in your beautiful face,
took full stock of you and all your qualities,
and told you that he was no longer
in need of your company.
My heart’s a muscle exercised and made strong by grieving failed love of the past. At times I’m joyful loving you. At others I’m fearful of us falling apart. I’m stretched between misery and bliss knowing in time the balance will tip to one or the other. A.B.
The first person who is on your mind
the moment you open your eyes
after a long sleep is the reason
either of your happiness or pain.
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.
When someone asks what I think about you, my response is always “not my type”. That’s a lie. I am secretly in love with you and have never told anyone how I feel. My fear is you’ll reject me. Those thoughts are paralyzing. I can’t go on living like this. C.S.
Have you ever denied
your feelings for someone
because your fear of rejection
is too hard to handle?
We tell lies when we are afraid…
You hurt me in little ways you don’t even notice. Scanning and half reading my texts makes me wonder if you really care. Not calling when you say you will is upsetting. Making small promises and not following through pains me. Do you love me or not? B.R.J.
Don’t be mad
when someone else starts
to appreciate the person
you took for granted.
What you won’t do,
someone else will.
Like an addict needs a drug, I need you. We have problems getting along, but even in the moments I despise you I still love you. You make me cry with pain and joy. Sooner or later one or the other has to take over. Will my heart be broken or made whole? Y.U.
I love you.
I hate you.
I like you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I think you’re stupid.
I think you’re a loser.
I think you’re wonderful.
I want to be with you.
I don’t want to be with you.
I would never date you.
I hate you.
I love you…
..I think the madness started the moment we met
and you shook my hand.
Did you have a disease or something?