What happened? How much was your fault? How much mine? Which things could I have done differently? What should you have done another way? This is the “looking for answers” game I play. I’m beginning to realize it doesn’t matter. “We” are not more. B.C.
You can obsess and obsess
over how things ended-
what you did wrong
or could have done differently-
but there’s not much of a point.
It’s not like it’ll change anything.
From “The Catastrophic History of You and Me”
By Jess Rothenberg
Out of the blue I started crying at lunch today, not because I miss you, but because I realized I’m going to be alright without you. It was a bittersweet moment with sadness for what was and happiness for knowing I will love again one day. E.L.
Failure of love hurts
like falling down.
In the end you’re left hurt,
with a memory of it forever.
Sometimes I pretend everything’s alright and my heart’s not broken. When everyone else thinks I’m fine, occasionally I forget for a little while I’m not. I’ll be okay. It will just take time. You don’t deserve the love in my heart. Somehow I will make it go away. A.B.
You will never know true happiness
until you have truly loved,
and you will never understand
what pain really is until you have lost it.
For months I was only a shadow. I lost weight because I didn’t eat. My friends wondered why I didn’t spend time with them anymore. Even my work suffered. My memories of you will never completely fade away, but it’s time I got on with my life and put you behind me.
Incredible change happens in your life
when you decide to take control
of what you do have power over
instead of craving control
over what you don’t.
Not your fault. Not mind either. Over time, distance didn’t make the heart grow fonder; it made it forget instead. Neither of us is to blame. A thousand miles between us is. We have to either find a way to live in the same city and try again or move on separately. K.M.
I am sorry, so very sorry, my poor heart.
I promised you that you would never have
to know such pain ever again, and that a life frozen
would be best. I let you thaw out for a woman,
taking a risk. It was slow, as to ease you back into
the warmth, that I chose to allow you out. I hoped
you would burn brighter than you once did, and
you showed so much more than I could have imagined.
You knew the risks as well as I, and followed my lead.
I am sorry, that this has happened once more.
You deserve so much more than this pain I have allowed.
Bruises, lies, fake smiles, constant cries and a horrifying past. Promises broken, lost loves and the “trust me” that didn’t last. I should have left the first time you hit me. People ask me why it’s so hard to trust anyone and I ask them why is it so hard to keep a promise. T.M.
I’m not upset
that you lied to me,
I’m upset that
from now on
I can’t believe you.
Every time you hurt me, every time I felt pain, every lie that you told me made me who I am today: stronger, but more fragile. Now I realize within is strength to survive the lost of great love. But also there are fractures in my heart that make it easier to be broken. R.Y.
I believe that everything happens for a reason.
People change so that you can learn to let go,
things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right,
you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself,
and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
After we broke up I found traces of you for months. I’ve always since wondered how could someone lose so many bobby pins? Did you leave them all over on purpose for me to find? My wounds have healed and the reminders I find bring up good memories now. K.D.
One by one.
From the song “Walking Away” by Jonny Lang
What you did broke my heart into a thousand pieces and getting past that took a long time. Eventually I realized it was okay to love with all my heart and soul. However, the next time I won’t waste my love on someone unworthy who can’t love me full out in return. L.L.
What is love,
if not the
of all sanity,
Coco J. Ginger
There’s no sense to be made of what you did. You went back to him, knowing he doesn’t love you. Then he threw you away again. All he wanted was someone warm in his bed to pass a night with. You’re a fool! This is the last time I trust you. You’ve lost me forever. A.P.
Forgiveness in no way requires
that you trust the one you forgive.
From “The Shack” by Wm. Paul Young