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
Three times I have loved with all my heart. Twice I was hurt and left behind. Now I realize the other two were sent into my life to grow my heart’s ability to hold all the love inside I feel for you. For all my old pain that made it possible, I am grateful. M.E.
Sorrow is how we learn to love.
Your heart isn’t breaking.
It hurts because it’s getting larger.
The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
Rita Mae Brown
There are parts of me where your fingerprints invisibly still exist, your kisses continue to linger and your soft whispers echo silently. And at least for now I don’t want that to change. I have not completely given up on us. Have you? A.S.
I hated myself
for needing him at such times,
for craving his strength
whenever I felt upset.
No one can accurately promise they’ll never hurt you because at one time or another, it will happen. The real promise is if the time you spend together will be worth the pain in the end. The worst feeling in the world is knowing you’ve been used and lied to. G.S.
What is the opposite of two?
A lonely me,
a lonely you.
Please forgive me. I was a fool. What I said and did was wrong. Taking you for granted became a habit. The thought of losing you has jarred me back to reality. I love you so much. PLEASE don’t leave me. I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want. D.S.
I don’t know how to do it,
But I got to do right,
I need to say I’m sorry,
I don’t want to see us fight.
I’m staring at the clouds,
I sit and reminisce,
I remember all the good times we had,
I remember our first kiss.
From “I’m Sorry I Lied”
by Shak Tabib
Blame is self-destructive habit, but I do it anyway. I blame me for letting you go. I blame you for leaving. Over and over I’ve tried to figure out what happened. I have decided instead of being tormented by your memory, I am going to try to get you back. C.O.
Our eyes crossed,
my voice was lost,
Her smile destroyed my soul;
Words were broken,
thoughts were awoken,
Why must she torment me so.
From a poem by Peter Wetzel
It took me a long time to get over what loving you did to me. I was lost like a boat without a rudder or sail. Even adrift I was still headed somewhere, I just didn’t know my destination. Then I found out. I arrived right where I was, able and ready to love again. B.M.
If I am to be fallen into love, I will.
And if as a result I will appear to be stupid,
disillusioned, and of poor judgment, I will.
And I would be damned if I cared what other people think.
For I would rather be thought of as all of these things, than not love.
If in loving, I become the naked woman on the horse,
I will ride that horse with my head held high.
This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.
I have found love and wallowed in its joy and luxury. I have lost love and been swallowed up by its grief and poverty. Experiences with loving caused the fear of it grow, but courage to embrace it grew more. Knowing the risks does not slow a searching heart. B.P.
Beauty shines brighter
in the heart of him
who longs for it
than in the eyes
of him who sees it.
Back when I loved you and you loved me, we hurt each other so badly. The wounds took years to heal, but over time my heart has mended. Everyday the belief grows stronger that I should reach out to you and say “I still love you. Would you like to try again?” G.O.
Hate leaves ugly scars,
love leaves beautiful ones.
I yearn to hug you and feel your body against mine again. If I were ever in your arms again, it would be the blossom of an old dream. There’d be tears of joy and I’d hold you close for a long while, not wanting to let go…… if I were ever in your arms again. S.D.
You’re just scared and that’s okay.
But don’t throw away your chance for happiness
because you’re afraid to take the leap
or because you know someone ends up hurt.
No matter what you choose, someone
was always going to end up heartbroken.
But if there’s a chance two hearts
can be blissfully happy together in love,
then that’s worth the broken heart of one.
They will mend.
They will find love again and be happy.
From “Bound Together”
By Marie Coulson