Everyday at work I see you. We hang out in the same crowd on weekends. “Best friends” you often say we are, but for me it’s so much more. What am I supposed to do with all this love in my heart? Am I destined to carry it forever and you never know it’s there? C.A.
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick —
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh —
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around.
And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you —
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
“10 Things I Hate About You”
By Katarina “Kat” Stratford
It began in fourth grade when I began to “like” you. Through middle and high school sleep came most nights while thinking of you. We had one date to a dance when we were fourteen but you spent most the time with others. I never got to kiss you even one time. R.Y.
Think of that person you knew when you were a kid,
who you always thought you could have loved
completely and forever. Well, you could have.
It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing.
There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world.
There aren’t many, but there are always a few people
we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with,
that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars,
and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives.
And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety-eight
because some things you feel are real, no matter when.
From “Flick” by Abigail Tarttelin
My love for you does not adhere to rules like “three strikes and you’re out”. Instead my love for you lives like grass stepped on, crushed, burned out and cut; but still persists and grows back. This shows my love for you to be deep and real and me to be a fool. C.B.
If you love something very much,
you’ve got to go easy with it;
give it some room to move around.
If you try to hold it tight like that,
it’ll always try to get away.
Crushed. Shattered. Trampled. Damaged. Appalled. Devastated. Hurt. Shocked. Dazed. Destroyed. Defeated. Dejected. Ruined. Wrecked. Stunned. Most of all HEARTBROKEN. I’m consumed with confusion, grief and pain. Why did you stop loving me? WHY??? L.C.
I cannot stand
is too much.
Love is patient & waits calmly; assuredly; confidently. The yearning & burning; the desire & fire is a primitive need stoked by craving & longing. Passion alone isn’t love. You never come around except to sleep with me. I’m done with that. Don’t show up here again. D.G.
How do they do it,
the ones who make love without love?
Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away.
How do they do it,
the ones who make love without love?
From “Sex Without Love” by Sharon Olds
You’re gone. It’s not my fault. The problem is you hate yourself. No one else can fix that except you. I tried to love you enough so you’d love yourself. It didn’t work. Now you’re with someone new. You’ll break her heart too ’cause you don’t know how to love. L.W.
You broke my heart and six months later I forgave you and let you back into my life. Then you left me in ruin a second time. Now you’re back begging for forgiveness again. I can’t do it. I just can’t. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. S.R.
Paint a perfect smile
Straight onto my face.
Wash it off good
Don’t leave any trace,
Of our happy times
The days we shared.
Hours of togetherness
Back when we cared
But we lost touch
My hand slipped from yours.
We went our ways
And closed open doors.
Then times got tough;
I needed you.
My heart was empty
My sadness grew.
I silently wept
As you left me there
Lost and alone.
I just can’t bare
Another lost heart
Or even more crying.
I need someone here
To do what you never would
Paint a permanent smile
The way you never could.
From Paint a Smile by ‘Hanna Smoothie’
I barely knew you when I caught you lying the first time. Later came many more untruths I knew were white lies, but never said anything. I always suspected you’d hurt me in time. I just hoped some how, some way you’d prove me wrong. But that’s not what happened. T.M.
We don’t always love what is good or
who is good for us. With frightening frequency
we fall in love with things that damage our life
and people who tear us to pieces.
Maybe you got tired of me after years of marriage. Maybe it was the weight I gained after having the girls. Maybe it was our conflicting work schedules. Maybe we drifted apart over time without realizing it. Or maybe you’re a cheating liar I never should have trusted. R.S.
Loving you is the scariest
thing I have ever feared.
I grieve the death of your love everyday. People I loved deeply have died. Bearing that grief was difficult, but it passed in time. Them being gone helped me accept their passing. Knowing you are still alive and doing well without me brings perpetual sadness. L.G.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.