Monthly Archives: April 2012

Afraid to Ask

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You hardly want to touch me, but I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m the same person you said you’ve love forever. What happened? Did you get tired of me? Is there someone else? I feel there is, but am afraid to ask for fear you’ll say “Yes, there is”. A.N.

How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hope in a brand new day,
when the one I love has gone away?
My mind overflows with memories of you,
of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew.
I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss,
I wake and cry for all that I miss.
From “Lost Without You” by Jenna

 

Heartstrings Open and Bared

Posted by James Browning on

Did you use me to get your old girlfriend back? It seems like I was only to make her jealous and regret leaving you. It must’ve worked because she’s back. All you told me was “I don’t want to see you more”. It’s wrong to play with someone’s heart the way you did with mine. F.T.

It’s becoming more evident
Much more obvious to me
I thought much more of you
Than you ever thought of me.

Was this my biggest mistake
Letting myself think you cared
Was I just your marionette
With heartstrings open and bared?

With me left here still thinking
What was false, what was true
So puzzling and so complex
I’m left to await another clue.

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“Heartstrings Played Upon”
by Hope

I Am Not There

Posted by James Browning on

I’ve been carrying you in my heart for 31 years. You were mine once, but I wanted to play the field. You wanted a husband, family and children. Before I knew I could love no one else you had married and it was too late. It’s breaks my heart that sickness has taken you now.  D.B.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye

Remember Me

Posted by James Browning on

Becoming engaged to you was one of the happiest moments of my life. Work took me away for a year except for a few weeks, but I thought everything was fine. Now I’m dumbfounded the distance was enough for you to leave me behind. Did you ever love me at all? L.M.

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
“Remember” Cistina G. Rossetti

Until You Have Lost It

Posted by James Browning on

You slept with my best friend! Now I have to walk away not only from you, but also from my best bud since 10th grade. Two of the people I care about most violated my trust in the worst way. I am sad, angry, heart-broken and disappointed in you both beyond words! J.S.

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.
Anonymous

I Just Can’t

Posted by James Browning on

You want children. I don’t. You knew it before we got married. Now you say you went ahead believing I’d change in time. It hurts me so deeply to say this, but we need to go separate ways. You deserve to have what you need. I can’t give you a child. I just can’t. I’m sorry. S.S.

Love has features
which pierce all hearts,
he wears a bandage
which conceals the faults
of those beloved.
He has wings,
he comes quickly
and flies away the same.
Voltaire

Knowing My Heart is Safe

Posted by James Browning on

Cheating and lying aren’t relationship problems, they’re reasons to break up! There’s nothing to work out ’cause the damage can’t be repaired. I’ve found what you’re best at: LYING! I used to think I wasn’t good enough for you, but now know you don’t deserve me. J.J.

I’m not the silly romantic you think.
I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars.
I don’t want gemstones or gold.
I have those things already.
I want…a steady hand.
A kind soul.
I want to fall asleep, and wake,
knowing my heart is safe.
I want to love, and be loved.
Shana Abé

Love is Insanity

Posted by James Browning on

I thought I could save you. My heart told me if I loved you enough you would change. So many times you convinced me you had beat your addiction, but after a short time you always let the drugs take you over again. I love you but I can’t live in this craziness any more. A.E.

Well, love is insanity.
The ancient Greeks knew that.
It is the taking over
of a rational and lucid mind
by delusion and self-destruction.
You lose yourself,
You have no power over yourself,
You can’t even think straight.
Marilyn French

Who’s to Say…

Posted by James Browning on

Pourquoi avez-vous briser mon coeur? Pourquoi?!? I learned French to communicate better with you. I moved to your country so we could be together. I gave you every thing I had. Then after a month you walked away as if it was all nothing.  Did you ever really love me? D.R.

The knife cuts deeply to the core
The spirit bleeds forever more
A pain to last a whole life long
But who’s to say if this is wrong

We loved beside a diamond bay
That flashed the sun in bright of day
And glittered in the starry night
But who’s to say that it was right
Elizabeth Santos

Till One of Us Can’t Take It

Posted by James Browning on

Two may love each other yet not be able to live together. You get jealous.  I have difficulty expressing my love. You get raging mad. I don’t like sex often. You do. We’re from different countries. We sleep in separate beds as often as together. Is our marriage doomed? D.F.

… we feel everything but yet we see nothing.
… still we shed tears of promise
… holding on to this love cause our hearts say to stay
… even thought our minds say to let go and move on
… so we stay and hurt each other
… till one of us can’t take it any more.
Adapted from a poem by Kidd