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.
I can’t see how there will ever come a time when I can tell you me feelings. You’re my best friend’s partner. Professing my love to you would be wrong, but it lives secretly inside me just the same. It’s hard to pretend something so strong does not exist. S.S.
If only he knew how much I love him,
If only he knew how much I adore him,
If only he knew how much I need him,
If only he knew how afraid I am to tell him,
If only he knew how he makes me smile,
Makes me cry,
Makes me dream,
Makes my heart jump…
If only he knew how much I want him,
If only he knew how much I love him,
If only he knew…
How long has it been? Wow, that long! Thousands of memories have faded, but how I remember you has grown more clear. It has become obvious over time we were not well matched, but I often think of you, miss you and love you still. P.J.
When I look back at how we began;
the laughter and love that we shared,
I smile at all the ways we loved and we dared
to dream of a wonderful future together
and how we promised this was forever;
And I try to recall the moment when
things started to change;
Just what it could’ve been
to cause our happiness to slip away,
And though I may never find the answer
I do know one thing for sure;
I still love you now
as much as I did then…
I found the right guy, gave him perfect love. It was the right time. Everything was perfect except for one thing. For him, I wasn’t the perfect girl. I wasn’t even close to being the right one. No matter how much I wish otherwise I can’t make him love me. C.R.
What do I have to do to make you want me?
What do I have to do to make you understand?
What do I have to do to make you love me?
But, if I can’t make you love me,
just tell me what do I have to do…
…to forget about you…
It’s feels like my broken heart is a terminal illness I could die from soon. There’s no other way to explain this pain that goes on day and night. This illness keeps me from sleeping. I’m so sick I can barely work. I barely eat. Worse than hopeless is my diagnosis. K.J.
If you drop me, I will break.
If you hold me, I will shake.
If you need me, I will hurry.
If you don’t call me, I will worry.
If you hurt me, I will cry.
But if you leave me, I will die.
Today when I felt your arms around me, my ugly world disappeared. I know it was wrong, but I just wanted you to hold me forever. How can something that feels so right be immoral? The truly wicked thing in my life is the relationship I had to go home to. R.B.
The desire to love someone always exceeds
the desire to be loved by someone
and that’s exactly why we end up loving
the person who doesn’t deserve that Love.
For the longest time I tried to do the impossible; forget you. Problem is you’re stuck in my heart. When I try to pull you out I feel sick. You’ve moved on and have a happy life with someone else so I can’t tell you that I am still stuck on you. S.S.
To fall in love is awfully simple;
to fall out of love is simply awful.
Deep down I know you’re not good for me. Being with you is like a toothache unattended that will fester and make me sick… heart-sick and heartbroken. Loving you has made me weak, but somehow I have to find the strength to get away from you. P.H.
You aren’t worth my tears
’cause all you do is make me cry.
You aren’t worth trusting
’cause all you do is lie.
You aren’t worth loving
’cause you’re breaking my heart…
So why am staying with you
when we’re better off apart?
My sadness is hidden. I don’t let it show. Everyone thinks I’m fine, but that’s just an act I am putting on. If I’m fine it means: Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. I don’t want anyone to know I miss you so much it is driving me insane. P.O.
I think of you in silence
Imaging things are still the same.
But all I have left are memories
and a heart around your name.
My spirit aches with sadness
and invisible tears steadily flow.
What it meant to lose you
no-one will ever know.
Everyone thinks I’m fine. I’m the only one that knows something is slowly dying inside me. Every day it decays a little more, festering into an unrecognizable form. You left me behind and alone to be the slayer of the love that once lived in my heart for you. E.L.
Love is a great poet,
its resources are inexhaustible,
but if the end it has in view
is not obtained,
it feels weary and remains silent.