I’m lying here trying to sort out how our once great love became such a mess. We both did things that hurt the other, but nothing large enough to split us up. I guess the accumulation of lots of little wrongs added up to being big enough to break us. B.P.
I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart,
then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive.
And I understand that at that precise moment,
when your heart breaks open, that all you want to do
is lay down and die! Because you know that is
the only way the pain is ever going to stop.
Time heals wounds, and those left by our breakup are mostly gone. There are a few scars, but I’ve moved on. There’s someone special now, but it’s just not the same. I will probably never feel with anyone else the way I felt with you. C.S.
Sometimes it’s not the person you miss,
but the memories and moments
you had with them.
I don’t want you back, I just want to get over you. That’s impossible when you won’t leave me alone. Let me be clear. I don’t want to see you or talk to you. I don’t want email or texts from you. Forget my address, lose my number and leave me alone. B.C.
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it’s the worst,
emptied out by a single word…
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now.
How long has it been? Wow, that long! Thousands of memories have faded, but how I remember you has grown more clear. It has become obvious over time we were not well matched, but I often think of you, miss you and love you still. P.J.
When I look back at how we began;
the laughter and love that we shared,
I smile at all the ways we loved and we dared
to dream of a wonderful future together
and how we promised this was forever;
And I try to recall the moment when
things started to change;
Just what it could’ve been
to cause our happiness to slip away,
And though I may never find the answer
I do know one thing for sure;
I still love you now
as much as I did then…
I found the right guy, gave him perfect love. It was the right time. Everything was perfect except for one thing. For him, I wasn’t the perfect girl. I wasn’t even close to being the right one. No matter how much I wish otherwise I can’t make him love me. C.R.
What do I have to do to make you want me?
What do I have to do to make you understand?
What do I have to do to make you love me?
But, if I can’t make you love me,
just tell me what do I have to do…
…to forget about you…
What a mess you left me in: emotionally unstable, pregnant and brokenhearted. Maybe I simply got to be too much or maybe you never loved me at all. Every step now is agony, but I’m going to make it. I’m going to be okay and I’m going to do it by myself. E.O.
…I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly
and irreparably broken that there could be
no real joy again, that at best there might
eventually be a little contentment.
Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life,
pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to,
I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud
with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed,
grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.
A web of deceit came from you and I loving each other. You were unfaithful. I got even by doing the same thing. Anger grew. Animosity thrived. A stack of lies piled up while compassion for each other evaporated. We’re done my Darling. G.D.
When two people decide to get a divorce,
it isn’t a sign that they “don’t understand” one another,
but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
When you said you no longer loved me, I was devastated. It took years for that shadow to evaporate so I could see clearly again. Now I know I will love again, but never like that. My love for you is the forever type that never completely goes away. B.J.
I held her close for only a short time,
but after she was gone,
I’d see her smile on the face of a perfect stranger
and I knew she would be there with me
all the rest of my days.
Our 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
Memories are bullets.
Some whiz by and only spook you.
Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
I hate you. I despise you. I’m disgusted by you. I loathe you. I detest you. I abhor you. I’m repulsed by you. I can’t stand you. I can’t bear to see you. I dislike you. You’re bad for me. You’re okay. I like you. I care for you. I’m fond of you. I love you. S.A.
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I had you,
but there isn’t a day
that goes by that
I don’t miss you.