We’re okay for a while, then something happens, we fight and split up… again. I can’t count all the times it’s happened. When we’re good for each other, we’re really good. But when we’re bad for each other we inflict wounds that don’t heal. This has to stop! T.P.
I think it’s time that I let you go.
And it’s really hard for me to do
because I know that there’s a part of me
that will be in love with you for the rest of my life.
But this while running in place and day dreaming
is just not healthy for either of us.
We’ll never know for sure what happened. We made mistakes, did stupid things and hurt each other. Our love became horribly wounded. We kept on fighting and our hearts did not heal. I guess we tired of trying to save a love that was terminally ill. T.K.
Love dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
Love dies of blindness
and errors and betrayals.
Love dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishing.
Our consistent pastime is dwelling on what is wrong with our relationship and each other. Every mistake is as a weapon to be used. If we worked as hard on being together as we do on driving each other away maybe we’d find peace with each other. B.B.
Hurt shouldn’t pile up like this inside of someone.
No one should suffocate beneath pain on top of pain.
You should have time to breathe,
time to scream it out until it doesn’t exist anymore.