Loving you was not the first time I’d given my heart, nor will it be the last. However, there’s something unmistakably unique about what I felt for you and feel to this very moment. I have resigned myself to it never changing. From a distance I will always love you. J.B.
Thinking of you is easy.
I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache,
that never goes away.
Was I only a another conquest? Did you love me at all? Or was I only what you desired that once obtained lost its appeal? In a day you went from saying you couldn’t live without me to breaking up with me for someone else. I hate myself for letting you treat me this way. R.W.
You tore it.
Piece by piece you shredded it.
And no one can fix it.
No one wants to.
Because they look at what you made me.
A girl with permanent tears painted on her face.
I am now just an empty void.
There is no desire to want to love again.
To become such a smooth and successful liar it took you lots of practice. For a lie to happen it takes one to say it and another to believe it. As much as I blame you, I blame myself more for trusting you. If I hold a snake and get bite I’m just as responsible as the snake. A.G.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart;
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe
I’m asking for one night together. Just you and me; alone. And if you can honestly say you don’t feel anything for me after that night, I’ll leave. Please! Let’s put the past and our pride away for 8 hours and make sure we’re not about to throw something beautiful away. J.C.
If you have it [love],
you don’t need to have anything else,
and if you don’t have it,
it doesn’t matter much what else you have.
Sir James M. Barrie
The worst mistake of my life was to break up with you. My fear of commitment made me run. The harder you tried to love me and hold on, the greater distance I created between us. I picked fights for no reason to justify leaving you. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. J.B.
Forgiving is love’s toughest work, and love’s biggest risk.
If you twist it into something it was never meant to be,
it can make you a doormat or an insufferable manipulator.
Forgiving seems almost unnatural.
Our sense of fairness tells us people should pay for the wrong they do.
But forgiving is love’s power to break nature’s rule.
Lewis B. Smedes
Misunderstand me (often). Mistrust me. (why?). Beg for forgiveness. (frequently). Abuse me (you’re guilty!). Apologize (all the time). Take me for granted (regularly). Shower me with affection (seldom). Cheat on me (YES!) Hurt me (you have… BADLY). Goodbye! L.E.
My heart is sunk and moist is eye,
As nothing is more painful than the last good-bye.
These two words would change my life forever,
As a life without you, I thought never.
From “The Last Goodbye” by Dinesh K.
Hurt flows from inside out. I feel pain radiating from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I never knew love could ache so horribly until you said “I don’t love you anymore”. I’ve tried everything but nothing relieves my suffering. I die a little more each day! R.B.
What can I do,
lost as I am in the wind
and lightning that surrounds you.
What can I do,
now that my tears
are rising toward the sky
only to fall back
into the sea again.
What can I do,
now that this page is wet;
now that this pen is empty.
From “Borrowed Love Poems” by John Lou
I don’t let anyone see, but I cry at times when I think of you. If I’m alone it’s easy to give in to missing you, wanting you and loving you. After what you did that makes me a fool, but I don’t care. I’d get on my knees and beg if I thought it would get you to come back to me. D.H.
I have stood before you
Smiling and loving.
I have laid beside you
Naked and blushing.
I have knelt behind you
Pleading and begging.
I have cowered beneath you
shaking and crying.
I have closed my eyes
bared my soul.
quenched my dreams
lost my pride…
Taken from “Me” by Carrie Baker
Finding out about your childhood caught me by surprise. It explains why you have difficulty trusting anyone, especially those you love. I’m so sorry you were abused as a kid, but it’s not my fault. I’ll help you away way I can, but won’t let you abuse me because of your past. A.O.
My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I wasn’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me…
In the fireplace I burned all the cards, notes and keepsakes of us I could find. The few still scattered through my things are now each rediscovered as a greatly cherished treasure. All I have of our time are those scraps and a head full of memories that refuse to go away. J.R.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.