I was so sure I could. You felt the same way. We love each other but when the night came to run away together, we couldn’t do it. Both of us started out to meet up at the station, but each turned around and went home before getting there. We just couldn’t leave our children. K.W.
I guess that’s just part of loving people:
You have to give things up.
Sometimes you even have to give them up.
The years pass. I stay alone. Women used to come in and out of my life all the time as I searched for another love better than the last. I let you get away, but later realized you were “the one” in my heart; the one I loved. If I can’t have you, I don’t want anyone. E.T.
Ask me why I keep on loving you when it’s clear
that you don’t feel the same way for me…
the problem is that as much as
I can’t force you to love me,
I can’t force myself to stop loving you.
Excuse me for caring about you. Even though we didn’t have the best relationship at the time, I still loved you enough to worry. Now you’ve turned it on me and called me screwed up and neurotic. Hold a mirror up. That’s actually a description of you! S.S.
You took my love, you broke my heart
You took my smile, and tore it apart
You left me crying down on the floor
The funny thing is, I still want more
If only you loved me like I wanted you to
But you tricked me into loving you
You tore me apart, you broke my heart
From “You Broke My Heart” by Alexandra Burke
You’ll never know I go to sleep thinking of you. It’s then I lose myself in wishing we could be together as my imagination takes me to a place of secret fantasy. Then I remember you’re married and cry myself to sleep. You’ll never know how much I love you. T.M.
Love that we can not have
is the one that lasts the longest,
hurts the deepest
and feels the strongest…
Over time it became painfully obvious we should not be together, but logic hasn’t stopped me from day-dreaming about what might have been. Hindsight has saved the good times & forgotten the bad. I suppose that’s lifes way of making me OK we’re no longer together. K.M.
We had a lot of fun
When we were together
I’ll never forget
I’ll always remember.
The laughs that we shared
The dreams that we had
But those dreams changed
And they left me sad.
I know you’ve moved on
And found someone new
But I have to admit
I still wish for you.
This isn’t healthy for me
I really need to stop
When I think about our past
My heart wants to pop.
So as I say my last goodbye
I want you to know
That I’m trying my best
To learn to just let go.
“Just Let Go” by Aubrey at bestteenpoems.com
I’ve recovered from a lot of pain before, but I can’t seem to get over you. Pretending I don’t love you hasn’t worked. Putting all physical memories of us in a box & leaving it at a friend’s house didn’t help. Most of me is still with you where ever you are. Please come back. E.B.
The sky without stars:
like sleep without dreams
like song without music
like rose without smell
like face without smile
like ME without YOU!
When we broke up, I could hardly breathe. Once I caught my breath, I didn’t want to eat. When food interested me again, I wanted to be alone. Eventually I was able to be with people again but they made me think of you. Those thoughts made it hard to breathe. S.J.
Emotions are wild horses.
It is not explanations that carry us forward,
but our will to go on.
We moved too fast! Our haste created a firebreak where all possibility of love was burned out in blaze of passion. How unwise it was to allow our friendship to join the list of lovers we’ve known! Lovers are common and easy to locate. A true friend is rare; a difficult gift to find. J.R.
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little.
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you.
From “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda
Why? Why did you stop loving me? Was it something I did? Something I didn’t do? One day you loved me and the next you didn’t. All of a sudden you did not want to kiss me, hold me or make love to me. I am shattered into a thousand pieces thrown in all directions. H.S.
I am bleeding, the cut is deep, and I cannot stop the flow.
The wound is deep within my heart.
I have no way of stopping the never-ending,
Flow of pain and torment,
That takes me captive,
Like a fast-moving river.
My heart lies shattered as broken glass,
Fragmented in a million pieces,
Taken from “Forsaken, a Poem”
by writer known only as Hyphehbird
Why do you torture me? You constantly flirt with women & look at every one who walks by. You ignore me when we’re at a party & spend your time with others. You put me down in public & treat me badly. Am I crazy for allowing it or are you crazy for doing it? BOTH! T.R.
I wish my brain
had a map
to tell my heart
where to go.