I wish I could break all the mirrors in my mind that keep reflecting you. Memories haunt me. Sometimes I forget for an hour or two, then someone says something or I see a place that reminds me. Then I am heartbroken all over again wishing you’d come back to me. L.A.
He was like a shattered stained-glass window:
something beautiful that’s broken;
a million colors fallen on the ground
where no light can get through.
Glenda Millard
Sad what happened. Poor girl died of a broken heart. She couldn’t take it. The pain of losing the love of her life was too much. She warned him she’d die without him. He didn’t believe her. He broke her heart. It died a painful death. Now she’s a member of the walking dead. R.W.
I walk alone.
No one is there.
The steps guide me,
I don’t know where.
So cold outside;
The sun has set.
The streets
Make me forget.
From “I Walk Alone” by “The Saint”
You were in my dreams before I ever knew you. I was shaken to the core of my being on the first sight of you. I yearn for us to know one another. Maybe we’d fall in love. But you’re with another and my ethics will never allow me to say a word to you about my hopes. A.W.
Love, he told himself,
was open to interpretation
like any other abstract indulgence
but followed the same principles everywhere…
One, either won or lost in love,
there was no bridge in between,
and he decided he had lost,
lost to himself, if not to her.
Faraaz Kazi
The passing of time has helped close the gash you left on my heart, but the wound will never fully heal. At first I prayed to die but now I plead for amnesia so I can forget & let go of what will never be again. Forever turned out to be a life of heartache of living without you. T.A.
Better never to have
known love at all,
than to live a life
of pathetic recall.
From “Love’s Last Word” by Joyce Hemsley
No longer do I know where you are. Your phone number changed. You’ve moved far away with no forwarding address. No one I ask is aware of where you ended up. I date others and go out with friends, but my heart is still yours. Wherever you are, I love you, always. S.S.
I think of you in Silence.
I often speak your name.
All I have left are memories
and a heart around your name.
My heart aches with sadness
and all my tears flow.
What it meant to lose you
no-one will ever know.
Unknown
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…
Author Unknown
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.
Lauren Oliver
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!
Unknown
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