I read some where that “a heartbreak is a blessing from God. It’s just His way of letting you realize He saved you from the wrong one”. No matter how true that is, my heart is still broken and I am a long way from being over you. Love dies slowly. F.P.
The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves
until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.
When I know something is not meant for me, I have learned to let go. That is not a weakness. Rather I am doing the right thing for myself by fighting the urge of wanting what is not good for me. How much I love you is not worth the misery it brings. C.P.
Love doesn’t go out like a light
or with a bang.
It passes away
as slow as honey drips
onto your morning toast.
Love clings to your being
just as wet clothes to skin,
but clothes dry
and so will your tears.
The nights become simpler
and the waves of unbearable heat
grow to be short flashes of subtle warmth,
and soon love will be
just a distant pang in the right back corner
of your still-beating heart.
From a poem found at http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/07/
Most days I don’t think about you. That’s a lie. I think about you every day. The more I tell myself that I don’t love you, the more my heart says that’s untrue. You’re in my thoughts when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I want to forget you but it seems impossible. N.W.
You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch,
no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off,
one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress
around your emotions. And once that fortress is built,
you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore.
“The right man will love the things about you that the wrong one was intimidated by.” That anonymous quote helped me understand why you and I never worked out. You persistently said how I should change. I failed because it was impossible to please you! P.L.
I thought you never were
and nothing like
I thought you could’ve been.
Part of my attraction was how reckless you are. For a while your wild and uncontrolled ways seemed cool, sexy and exciting. Now after giving you my heart I have come to see you clearly as irresponsible, thoughtless and out of control. I’m scared to leave you. W.T.
We cannot love a person with an all accepting,
transcending and encompassing love
without being hurt somewhat,
without being disappointed,
without being failed of our expectations.
We cannot love without being broken,
yet we cannot continue in love
without being stronger than our brokenness.
From “Mend My Broken Heart” by Jocelyn Soriano
For so long I tried to hate you. What I couldn’t see was all I accomplished was to build a hard outer heart hiding my love for you inside. Over time the crust disintegrated and I was able to let you go. It was only then I realized loving you had been good for me.
Love is never lost.
If not reciprocated,
it will flow back
and purify the heart.
I don’t understand why I let myself stay with you after all your lies and the tears I have cried. The hold you have had on me is nearly gone. I have had enough. I’ll be gone soon. You’ve had a thousand chances to treat me better and have wasted every one. V.M.
There are times when the actual experience
of leaving something makes you wish desperately
that you could stay, and then there are times
when the leaving reminds you a hundred times over
why exactly you had to leave in the first place.
You go to a game when there’s work to be done on our house. We never go out, but you often get drunk with your buddies. You have no ambition. The only job you’re able to keep is in construction. I’m tired of taking care of two kids when one of them is you! B.O.
Most people don’t grow up.
Most people age.
They find parking spaces,
honor their credit cards,
get married, have children,
and call that maturity.
What that is, is aging.
Love was here and now it’s gone. I can’t tell you why I was in love with you and now am not. It just happened. Maybe there is no forever and a relationship works only for its time, whether two years or fifty. We both need to move on before we end up hating each other. P.S.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.
Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally
forward in whatever way they like.
I just realized I haven’t shed a tear over the end of “us” for over a year. I still think of you, but so very slowly, you are fading into memory. Letting you go is the hardest thing I have ever done in spite of how much you hurt me. I’ll never love again like I loved you. J.Y.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.