Shake, Sweat and Grieve

broken20heart1A hopeless fool I am; an addict. My substance of choice does not come in a pill or glass; it’s you. Like a junkie who can’t get a fix I shake, sweat and grieve doing my best to shake this habit since you don’t want me anymore. I feel like I am dying. B.R.

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Everyone has an addiction,
mine happens to be you.
Unknown

Not Much of a Point

broken20heart1My friends and family were right when they said I went crazy when you asked for a divorce. With the mention of that one word, my world became a dark place where I saw no future. It took months before the sheer agony of losing you began to fade L.S.

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You can obsess and obsess
over how things ended…
what you did wrong
or could have done differently;
but there’s not much of a point.
It’s not like it’ll change anything.
Jess Rothenberg

Do You?

broken20heart1The worst part about the end of our relationship, is wondering if I’ll ever open up that far again. I have to know; do you miss me? Do I randomly enter your mind sometime? Do you still want me? Do you dream about me? P.P.

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Break my heart
or break my fall.
Amber Newberry

I’ll Wait For You

broken20heart1Hindsight seems so clear while life ahead appears obscured in fog. Time vaporizes like mist in the morning sun. And one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there. Then we can finally be together. T.L.

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Unfortunately,
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing,
regrets mounting.
Haruki Murakami

Rudderless Ship in Rough Water

broken20heart1My life’s a mess. My heart aches. My head hurts. I can’t sleep. Work sucks. Going to sleep is hard. Waking up feeling sad is harder. I can’t concentrate. I’m not eating. I’m neglecting my friends and family. Without you I am a rudderless ship in rough water. B.C.

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I am lost without you.
I am soulless, a drifter without a home,
a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere.
I am all these things,
and I am nothing at all.
This, my darling,
is my life without you.
From “Message in a Bottle”
by Nicholas Sparks