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.
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.
There is an ache in my chest that comes from wondering what will become of ‘us’. Will our love grow into an ‘always’ life together or will the magic fade? It’s wonderful to love someone so much but sometimes I’m still afraid you’re going to break my heart. L.Y.
I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.
I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.
You say “close your eyes”,
“tell me what you see”,
I see only two people,
just you and me.
From “A Wish” by Randy Schutte
How is it that I can love you so much and let my emotions get carried away to where I hurt you? If I don’t get control of them you will leave me sooner or later. Good intentions don’t necessarily bring good results. I’m trying. Please be patient with me. H.E.
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love,
it’s a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life.
Love shouldn’t be one of them.
From the movie “Dreams for an Insomniac”
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.
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
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?
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.
Several of the best memories of my life are about you. That afternoon when we met was magical and I will never forget it. Even though we’re no longer together I still think of you sometimes and remember how good the good parts of us really were. B.D.
What I remember most
is the searing sensation
of looking into her eyes
for the first time,
eyes that would hunt me
for the rest of my life.
I wonder how things might have turned out had we met at a different time. Never will there be doubt we loved each other, but we were committed to other people and dealing with the problems of those failing relationships. Is “us” still a possibility? D.K.
It’s scary being loved
because life is complicated
and all too often it throws you off balance
by sending you the right person at the wrong time.