This is not the life I hoped for. How did I end up so far away from my dreams? Simple, I loved you. You sucked me dry and left me with broken emotions. I hardly know how to even think any more. There have been fools as big, but none greater than me. O.M.
Her heart is played like well-worn strings;
in her eyes,
the sadness sings –
of one who was destined
for better things.
How is it that I can love you so much and let my emotions get carried away to where I hurt you? If I don’t get control of them you will leave me sooner or later. Good intentions don’t necessarily bring good results. I’m trying. Please be patient with me. H.E.
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love,
it’s a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life.
Love shouldn’t be one of them.
From the movie “Dreams for an Insomniac”
There was a time when having several women going at the same time was ‘normal’ for me. Eventually those wandering ways cost me the love of my life. I mourn her still. The hardest way possible I learned one love at a time is more than enough. B.C.
Cheating on someone who loves you
is like throwing away a diamond
to pick up a rock.
I was playing for keeps. You were just playing. Only the chase that make you like me. Once I was yours the thrill was gone and moved on to your next conquest. I hate myself for letting you use me, but I hate myself more for letting you. W.O.
I heard you’re a player. So, lets play a game.
Lets sweet talk. Lets play fight. Lets talk 24/7.
Lets tell each other good morning and good night every day.
Lets take walks together. Let’s give each other nicknames.
Lets go on dates. Lets talk on the phone all night long.
Lets hold each other. Lets kiss and hug.
And whoever falls in love first? Loses
We fell in love and married a year later. The first two years were wonderful. Then the kids came. I know we both love them deeply, but that’s when the disconnect began. Now a few years after meeting, we’re living separate lives divorced. What happened? D.S.
One of the most difficult tasks in life,
is removing someone from your heart.
Today when I felt your arms around me, my ugly world disappeared. I know it was wrong, but I just wanted you to hold me forever. How can something that feels so right be immoral? The truly wicked thing in my life is the relationship I had to go home to. R.B.
The desire to love someone always exceeds
the desire to be loved by someone
and that’s exactly why we end up loving
the person who doesn’t deserve that Love.
Once upon a time we fell deeply in love with each other. Everything was good for a while. Then you cheated on me. I got even by cheating on you. We forgave each other but the damage is done. We’ll never be the same. Don’t you see it’s over?
It can be difficult to leave a long-term relationship,
even when our inner-wisdom tells us it’s time to let go.
At this point, we can choose let go and endure
the intense pain of leaving behind the familiar
to make way for a new chapter in our life.
Or we can stay and suffer a low-grade pain
that slowly eats away at our heart and soul,
like an emotional cancer. Until we wake up one day
and realize, we are buried so deep in the dysfunction
of the relationship that we scarcely remember
who we were and what we wanted and needed to be.
There have been a few I wished I could fall in love with, but couldn’t. Then there are those like you who I shouldn’t have fallen in love with, but did. Wanting what is bad for me and refusing what could be good is the insanity of my heart. J.B.
Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love
with people I couldn’t have.
Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people
waiting for me to find them.
Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility
over and over again.
Carol Rifka Brunt
Being obsessed with my imperfections shaped how I saw you. It was craziness that caused me to think anyone who could love me was too screwed up and imperfect for me to love. I drove you away and made you despise me. Yet my heart still cries for you. B.J.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover,
instead of creating the perfect love.
image by KCe7
My calendar has X’s on every day you’ve been gone. It’s been months and still each day begins with thoughts of you. I catch myself wondering if you’re thinking of me at the same time. How could I love you so dearly but hurt you so much? I’m a fool. S.W.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone.
I take walks. I work until I’m tired.
I watch the wind play with the trash
that’s been under the snow all winter.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
Why is love intensified by absence?