While I don’t think it’s intentional, I feel under-loved by you a good bit of the time. You have many people and things you appear to often put before me. Some like being on your phone constantly I just don’t understand. Maybe we are not as compatible as I thought we were. C.B.
Realize that if someone is only giving you
50% of themselves,
they’re telling you that they THINK
you’re not worth a 100% of them.
When you drink too much and lose control it scares me. Is that the only way you can have a good time? How many times in the past has your behavior left you deeply sorry for things you did? How long before you get drunk and do something that tears us apart? B.J.
Being drunk doesn’t change
who you are, it reveals it.
I wonder if you want me. I wonder if I make you happy. I wonder if I’m right for you. I wonder if you still love me. Under your smile, your sadness shows. Don’t stay if you don’t want to be here. Hanging on because of some misplaced sense of honor is wrong. S.O.
Walking, working, barely breathing
My thoughts, far away
Heart aching, mind racing
Sleep does not come easily, nor last long….
Loving you is an exercise in extremes. We have great times filled with sweetness and love. Then there are the dark ugly days when you’re a completely different person. I’ve asked you over and over to get help for what’s wrong inside you. I can’t take this! J.B.
Nothing make me happier
and nothing makes me sadder
My heart was so busy falling in love with you that I didn’t notice when you started falling out of love with me. It was a case of self-induced blindness where I could see nothing but love and hope. For a while I imagined only a future you were part of. A.W.
Two people may fall for each other
but sometimes one gets up
and walks away while the other
is still falling to the ground.
I learned you saying “I love you” all the time was your excuse for never having to show it. You put yourself before me most of the time and didn’t tell me things you should have. Out of all my memories of you, in only a few did you show me love and kindness.
Love is not about
how much you say ‘I love you,’
but how much
you can prove that it’s true.
Still I can’t fully understand why you became so mean. I did nothing give you my love and complete self. Once you had me, you suddenly seemed to not care any more. Was it I was not good enough for you, or more likely, you didn’t think you’re good enough for me? My heart still cries “why”. A.K.
Cruelty is a language
that the blind can see,
the deaf can hear,
and the heart feels forever.
Shannon L. Alder