Hurts accumulate and create cracks where certainty once flourished. Even with great intention and an open heart, the conditioning that taught a person can’t be trusted is difficult to over come. I yearn for a time before you damaged my belief in you. SR
…pain’s like water.
It finds a way to push through any seal.
There’s no way to stop it.
Sometimes you have to let yourself sink
inside of it before you can learn
how to swim to the surface.
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
We’ve patched things up. I believe in you. I believe in “us” and won’t give us easily. Fear will rear it’s hard sometimes and you’ll have to reassure me you are faithful and committed to this relationship. Forgiveness was not hard. Forgetting takes a long, long time. M.E.
The biggest risk a heart can take,
A second chance, it’s there to make.
If you do care, then I believe,
We’ll make it through, this time to grieve.
No lies be told, we start as new,
From you to me, from me to you…
I love you.
I forgive you.
But don’t take advantage of that.
From “One Life We Lead” by ‘David’
You’re a despicable liar. You’re a filthy cheat. You don’t deserve one ounce of respect. How you have lived your life deserves nothing but reproach, but what you have done to me is worse. I loved you. I trusted you. Now I love you and hate you at the same time. GT
All good is hard.
All evil is easy.
Your unfaithfulness was the ultimate in selfishness. You tainted everything we have shared, or ever will share, for short-lived pleasure. I know you love me. Yes, I still want you. Yes, I believe I can learn to trust you. But I will always know what you are capable of. J.R.
The worst kind of hurt is betrayal,
because it means someone was willing to hurt you
just to make them self feel better.
People are always fascinated by infidelity because, in the end – whether we’ve had direct experience or not – there’s part of you that knows there’s absolutely no more piercing betrayal. People are undone by it. Junot Diaz
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.
My mind’s a thousand times sorry. My soul twice as much. But my heart regrets an uncountable amount. You’re ‘the one’ but I let lust take me. I cheated in a dirty and thoughtless transgression that’s my sorrow to bear. Please, please forgive me. T.G
How can one so seemingly friendly
betray all trusts and defect so readily?
How can one so high of morals
inflict only pain and dwell on sorrows?
How can one so soundly virtuous
commit heinous crimes and be so torturous?
How can one so quick with generosity
stoop so low and never bother with an apology?
How can one so reliably loyal
forsake all friendships and live in turmoil?
How can one have each and every quality
fail so blatantly and give in to frivolity?
And why did this one have to be me?