How you kept me from seeing what you were texting on your phone was a clue, but I let it go. I love you. Now your secrets are out. You’ve never been faithful to me and cheated the whole time. I’ll give you a second chance, but only one to deal with your addiction. C.B.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark,
in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite,
the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero
in your soul perish, in lonely frustration
for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.
Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won.
It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
You said you had told me everything. I believed you or at least wanted to. There was always a nagging feeling you kept secrets but I loved you so much I ignored it. How was I to know you withheld so much it caused our marriage to fall like a house of cards. D.S.
… secrets are terrible things.
Even the simplest ones…
Even though we had both vowed our love to another, temptation overtook us. Our affair messed up everything. We got divorces to be together but our marriage failed. Why did we ever expect anything else? What we shared was founded on lies and deceit. R.W.
The truth that survives
is simply the lie
that is pleasantest to believe.
H. L. Mencken
I don’t know which I would rather believe; that you never did care or that you eventually stopped. If you never actually loved me, it’s my fault for thinking you did. If you loved me and then stopped it’s your fault for making me think you’d always love me. H.S.
There were many ways of breaking a heart.
Stories were full of hearts being broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream,
whatever that dream might be.
You’re so wicked and good at deception. Otherwise, you could not have fooled me for as long as you did. You’re a despicable liar and a low down thief, but the worst is my heart was truly innocent when you broke it into a thousand pieces. It will never be the same again. K.R.
The weak sometimes wish
to be thought wicked,
but the wicked always wish
to be thought virtuous.
I’m so confused and don’t know what to do. I love you and I love her. Often I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. At other times I can’t fathom letting her go. I have to choose! Both of you are going to find out eventually. I’ll lose both of you and be hated! M.P.
If you love two people at the same time,
choose the second.
Because if you really loved the first one,
you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.
You are not who you made me believe you were. What you shared about your past was ALL lies! You got me to tell you my dreams and then said yours were the same. You worked so hard at being something you’re not, and for what? To get into my pants? You’re a FAKE! D.B.
How can it be
That you can’t see me?
I stand before your non-seeing eyes
With blood on my wrists and begin to cry.
I run to the comforting corner between the walls.
I cannot take this hurt, these lies; not at all.
How can it be
That I’m on my own, but still not free?
From an on-line poem – author noted only as “justjosie”