Monthly Archives: November 2012

Comin’ Back Around

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broken20heart1You threw me on the scrape heap of life. It took years to work past. I’m fine now until you call once in a while and want something. Like a fool I always do it. Afterwards memories and regret don’t leave my thoughts for days. Please let me have peace. Leave me alone. C.B.

remembering

I used to like to play with fire,
I was attracted to your flame.
But now I have no desire,
To play that same old cryin’ game.
I’m doin’ fine:
I’ve got my feet back on the ground.
Made up my mind,
Till you start comin’ back around.
From “Leave My Heart Alone”
sung by Deborah Allen

From Hugging and Kissing to Hurting and Missing

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Sometimes I get disgusted with myself. Why? Because I still love you. I don’t want to anymore. It hurts too much. The more attention I pay to wanting my feelings to go away, the stronger the love in my heart becomes. Wanting what I can’t have is driving me crazy. S.W.

To go from hugging and kissing
To hurting and missing,
From joy and happiness
To pain and loneliness.
Pain no longer seems the same.
It hurts me more to hear your name
Than putting my hand over an open flame.
Flames hurt, but not as much.
It hurts much more to remember your touch
From an untitled poem by Daniel Lazarus Garcia

Painful Love Awakens

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I don’t regret being with you, but don’t wish we were together either. I don’t even like who you’ve become. Yet when I run into you, a deep and painful love awakens. It aches long after you leave. You haunt my dreams and my silence. I fear that may never stop. M.A.

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.
Author Unknown

Could It Be?

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My heart has been broken many times and disappointed many times more. Mistakes and ill choices were often made in ignorance. But I am older, wiser and know better how to love and be loved now. As long my lungs breathe I will hope for the ‘one’ to find me. O.O.

Could it be that I once saw you
In a dream as old as time
And could it be the arms holding you
Were really mine the whole time?
Could you have been my one and only
The reason I woke each new day
The one thing I always needed
The one for whom I use to pray?
Could it be that I still love you
And once again I’ll find
That you’re not just a memory
Only to be viewed in my mind?
Could it be, oh Lord I pray,
Just one thing I ask of you
If you’re out there waiting
You’ll try to find me too?
Taken from “Could It Be” by Freida Martinez

…Doesn’t Love Me …Never Will.

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They say there’s a reason and time will heal. But neither time nor reason has changed the way I feel. No one knows how many times I’ve broken down and cried. Through it all everyone thinks I’m fine. I don’t want you or anyone to know how broken I am. N.O.

I want to run, I want to hide.
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to scream, I want to cry.
Why can’t I tell him goodbye?
I want to move on, I just can’t let go.
I love him more than he will ever know.
I want to start over, I want to feel free!
But this pain will never leave me be.
He hurt me bad, the pain is deep.
From all the promises he couldn’t keep.
All the lies, I heard him say.
Are in my head and just won’t fade.
How can I forget him, leave the him behind.
Erase the memories from my mind.
He doesn’t love me, and he never will.
He will never care, how I feel.
“Heartbreak Poem” by ‘Jennifer’

A Straw In a Storm

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A once new, now old chapter has closed in my book of love. Another has come and gone leaving my heart more dry than before. There remains fertile ground there, but it becomes more scarce with each who professes love and then forsakes me. E.H.

Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love.
I am ground sweet as sugar.
O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;
How could I know where I will be blown next?
What is any of us but a straw in a storm?
How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane?
In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack;
Sometimes Love hoists me into the air,
Sometimes Love flings me into the air,
Love swings me round and round His head;
I have no peace, in this world or any other.
The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river;
They have surrendered themselves to Love’s commands.
Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night,
Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.
From “LOVE IS THE MASTER” by Rumi

I Can Change

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There are days when you might feel I don’t remember you. I’m not texting you, not even calling you. What you don’t know is, all those times, I am waiting for you to come help me. I know I’m an addict, but I can change; I really can! Please give me a chance. A.C.

She goes from one
addiction to another.
All are ways for her
to not feel her feelings.
Ellen Burstyn

Loving Again

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Never thought my broken heart would begin to mend, much less want to love again. Doubts swirl as old wounds ache with the thought of giving my heart once more, but I am stronger and better now. I have just enough left to risk it all and love one more time. J.R.B.

…Heartbreak
is like a
thousand lessons.
Loving again
is learning them.
Sandra McKendry

Time Has Come

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Time has come to put it all way: women I loved who did not love me; those whose heart I broke and who broke mine; two I married and divorced; and all the dysfunctions that caused our dramas. Time to love with an open heart as I was never able to before. J.B.

The mark of a real man, is a man who can allow himself
to fall deeply in love with a woman.
But the reason why a man is often heartbroken,
is because a woman can become overcome
by the reality that she has made a man out of a boy,
because it’s just such an overwhelming process,
a beautiful and powerful evolution.
Therefore, a man needs to fall in love
with a woman who knows that men don’t happen every day,
and when a man does happen, that’s a gift!
A gift not always given,
and one that shouldn’t be thrown away so easily.
C. JoyBell C.

Echoes of His Own Thoughts

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I feel like I am dead but still breathing. Food has no taste. Nothing holds my attention. I hardly speak. When I need to sleep I can’t. When I’m awake all I want to do is to escape into a nap. Without you my life lacks what it takes to make living meaningful. C.W.

The person who tries to live alone
will not succeed as a human being.
His heart withers if it does not answer another heart.
His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes
of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
Pearl S. Buck