The love in my heart does not care if we are together or not. You no longer being here does not diminish my feelings; that only increases my pain. I dreamed that you came back. One day I think you will, but will I still love and want you then? C.B.
I think you still love me,
but we can’t escape the fact
that I’m not enough for you.
I knew this was going to happen.
So I’m not blaming you…
I’m not angry, either.
I should be, but I’m not.
I just feel pain. A lot of pain.
I thought I could imagine
how much this would hurt,
but I was wrong.
Where things for us go now, I have no idea. You don’t know for sure what you want and are moving out. You say you love me, but those words seem to come from you mind and not your heart. You say you want our committed relationship to continue. Do you really? C.B.
The scariest thing about distance
is that you don’t know whether
they’ll miss you or forget you.
Nicholas Sparks, “The Notebook”
You don’t know that I know you’ve been untrue…again. Carrying this around is killing me. How could you?!? I forgave you once and I can’t do it again. This will be the end, but who will speak first? You or me? Today or tomorrow? Soon for sure. G.W.
I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
and now there’s nothing left.
You stole my heart,
then tore it in two.
Now I’m falling apart,
and don’t know what to ……….
I Tried So Hard
By Whitney Barton
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe it was stupid of me for ever thinking you loved me. Maybe I was just tired of being alone and pretended you cared when I knew you didn’t. Now you’re only a regret. G.T.
… every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh
is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
Even when we were happy, you seemed sad. The reasons were hidden away but their insidious damage was done just the same. Like rot that slowly turns good wood into rotten, your secrets poisoned you, corrupted our love and your taint rubbed off on me. Y.M.
Some people turn sad awfully young…
No special reason, it seems,
but they seem almost to be born that way.
They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker,
remember longer, and, as I say,
get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
I know, for I’m one of them.
The last thing I want is for you to go, but I know you’re going. You don’t love me like I love you. You’re still searching and don’t really know yet what you need. No words can’t change your mind. There is nothing I can do but let you go and love you from a distance. S.D.
Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you;
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you;
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you;
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you;
Consumed by the fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me;
I am thinking of your love for me;
I am torn by your love for me;
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I am told you will go from here
I am told you will leave me here;
My body is numb with grief;
Remember what I have said, my love
Good bye, my love, good bye.
recited by a Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska