Category Archives: Deeply Hurt

Who’s to Say…

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Pourquoi avez-vous briser mon coeur? Pourquoi?!? I learned French to communicate better with you. I moved to your country so we could be together. I gave you every thing I had. Then after a month you walked away as if it was all nothing.  Did you ever really love me? D.R.

The knife cuts deeply to the core
The spirit bleeds forever more
A pain to last a whole life long
But who’s to say if this is wrong

We loved beside a diamond bay
That flashed the sun in bright of day
And glittered in the starry night
But who’s to say that it was right
Elizabeth Santos

Fire Runs Through My Body

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Even though I don’t want you after how deeply you hurt me, my heart still jumps a beat when I hear about you. Seeing you by chance rattles me for hours. Finding old pictures of us disturbs my sleep for days. I don’t want you but I still love you. I wish that would go away. L.M.

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 an anonymous Kwakiutl Indian
of Southern Alaska to a missionary in 1896

Day By Day

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Never will I understand how you could say you were in love with me & the next day say you never were. You chased me for weeks before I’d go out with you. We dated for months before I’d sleep with you. Then after one time you were gone. You sure fooled me and my heart. L.P.

I feel like no one cares
that I can’t continue living
this way.
Because the pain only intensifies
day by day,
and I know I will never have you again.
I wouldn’t wish the pain I’m in
on to my worst enemy.
No one should have to go through this.
So why am I?
Why didn’t you love me?
I gave you everything
And would have given you more.

My Blood Beats Out Your Name

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You were too tired to go out, so I went to a movie by myself.  I called afterwards, got voice mail and assumed you went to bed early. What a shock to see you a later outside Starbucks kissing a guy. You said you loved me and I was the only “one”. I’m a stupid fool! D.S.

All the wishes of my mind know your name,
And the white desires of my heart
They are acquainted with you.
The cry of my body for completeness,
That is a cry to you.
My blood beats out your name to me, unceasing, pitiless—
Your name, your name.
Mary Carolyn Davies

Some Day…

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My heart’s broken; destroyed; stomped on. Whizzed in a food processor. Grated into tiny pieces with a cheese grater. Ripped in two and set on fire. You waited til my birthday to break up. Now I’ll think of this pain on every birthday that follows. Was that your intention? K.M.

Some Day You’ll Cry For Me
Like I Cried For You,
Some Day You’ll Miss Me
Like I Missed You,
Some Day You’ll Need Me
Like I Needed You,
Some Day You’ll Love Me
But I Won’t Love You

My Noon, My Midnight

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Why did you say you loved me if you did not want me? Why did you desire me for a time and then no longer? Why did you marry me if you did not want me? And why did you stay with me if here is not where you wanted to be? Why? Why did you take so long to tell me? A.D.

My North, my South
My East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight,
My talk, my song;
I thought that love
would last forever:
I was wrong.
W. H. Auden

I’ll Always Wonder

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I’ll always wonder how it happened; how we drifted apart; why you were unfaithful. Now as much as I love you, the need to be away from you is stronger. What once was, is no more. It is forever changed. I don’t want you to touch me ever again. A.F.


I thought
when love
for you died,
I should die.
It’s dead.
Alone, most strangely, I live on.
Rupert Brooke

How Deeply Hurt I Am

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Do you have any idea what you have done. How disappointed in you I am? How deeply hurt I am by what you did. Something precious was shattered and will never be the same again. I love you, but I don’t like you and can’t ever be with you again. S.S.

I am tired,
Beloved,
of chafing
my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it
into little ink drops,
And posting it.
Amy Lowell

My Love Was Righteous and True

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You were all lies. My love for you was righteous and true in every moment. I was blinded by love. Now I feel like I am running in circles trying to figure out what to do.  Knowing you are in love with another man makes me feel like I am dying inside. E.T.

Friendship often ends in love;
but love in friendship –
NEVER.