Falling for the Wrong Person

broken20heart11My heart’s broken. I hardly sleep. I obsess over you day and night. Yet, I know you were not right for me. I knew it all along, but that didn’t keep me from loving you. Knowing I fell for the wrong person does not lessen the pain of this lesson I am being taught. A.P.

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Watching you walk out of my life
does not make me bitter or cynical about love.
But rather makes me realize that if I wanted
so much to be with the wrong person
how beautiful it will be
when the right one comes along.
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What Might Be

broken20heart11Outwardly it appears I have moved on and that’s true… well, mostly… sometimes. There’s no doubt you have moved on and I am just a fixture in your past. But for me my love for you still bounces between what was and what I still have hope for what might be. S.P.

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I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep…
standing on the edge of something much too deep…
funny how I feel so much but cannot say a word…
we are screaming inside, oh, but we can’t be heard…
so afraid to love you, more afraid to lose…
clinging to a past..
Sarah McLachlan

Why Didn’t You Just Leave

broken20heart11Without hesitation or reservation I opened my heart to you. All I was and hoped to be I gave to you. It was enough… for a while. Then you grew restless and in time, mean to me. Why didn’t you just leave instead of staying around and breaking my hard? A.S.

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I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows
that in that moment you are forever changed;
a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level
of abandon where life is perceived
as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible.
Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope

Best is Yet to Come

broken20heart11Everything happens for a reason and nothing is a mistake if you learn from it. Keeping that attitude has helped me recover from you leaving me. Thank you for the good memories and what loving you taught me. I am better for it. The best is yet to come.

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Watching you walk out of my life
does not make me bitter or cynical about love.
But rather makes me realize that if I wanted
so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful
it will be when the right one comes along.
Anon

I Remember It All

broken20heart11Our trips to Europe are strong in my memory. Any photo of our favorite city is an instant reminder. So is every song I listened to on the flights. Like yesterday I recall the restaurants, coffee shops, art museums, walking in the snow at night… I remember it all. CB

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Some whiz by and only spook you.
Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
Richard Kadrey

Forever Changed

broken20heart11Time  heals wounds, but the wounded are often never the same again. It’s impossible my heart could ever be as open or my mind as hopeful as when you loved me. I’m like a chair missing a leg; incomplete and in need of propping up.

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I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows that in that moment
you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level of abandon
where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss
seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope

Trying to Shovel Sand

broken20heart11Friends tell me to move on, but they don’t understand the depth of feeling in my heart for you. Digging that love out of me is like trying to shovel quicksand. With every attempt more falls back in than I can dig out and I get pulled deeper into the quagmire. T.G.

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You say that love is nonsense.
I tell you it is no such thing.
For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain,
an ache about the heart, never leaving one,
by night or by day; a long strain on one’s nerves
like toothache or rheumatism,
not intolerable at any one instant,
but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Henry Brooks Adams