We’ve patched things up. I believe in you. I believe in “us” and won’t give us easily. Fear will rear it’s hard sometimes and you’ll have to reassure me you are faithful and committed to this relationship. Forgiveness was not hard. Forgetting takes a long, long time. M.E.
The biggest risk a heart can take,
A second chance, it’s there to make.
If you do care, then I believe,
We’ll make it through, this time to grieve.
No lies be told, we start as new,
From you to me, from me to you…
I love you.
I forgive you.
But don’t take advantage of that.
From “One Life We Lead” by ‘David’
You’re a despicable liar. You’re a filthy cheat. You don’t deserve one ounce of respect. How you have lived your life deserves nothing but reproach, but what you have done to me is worse. I loved you. I trusted you. Now I love you and hate you at the same time. GT
All good is hard.
All evil is easy.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe it was stupid of me for ever thinking you loved me. Maybe I was just tired of being alone and pretended you cared when I knew you didn’t. Now you’re only a regret. G.T.
… every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh
is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
Sometimes I break my own heart then realize it’s of my own doing. You have done nothing. Re-assembling the pieces, I know everything is okay UNTIL the next time my restless mind takes over again. Oh, what torture I put myself through for no good reason. C.T.
We are often insane with happiness.
We are also very unhappy for reasons
neither of us can do anything about.
Like being separated.
You have broken my heart. By jumping to conclusions and only seeing things your way your reason for leaving me behind is, in no small measure, a figment of your imagination. The outcome is the same: I have lost my best friend. Very sad. C.B.
At some point of your life,
you will become aware
that some people can stay
in your heart but not in your life.
By seeing our love as perfect I set myself up for a long hard fall. Perfection does not exist and to believe it did was a wonderful delusion while it lasted. Life tore at my mirage until there is no longer a veil. Then my make-believe became no longer believable. W.O.
No perfection can last forever.
Time tears at it;
wears it down until it’s nothing,
just an empty shell.
Hurting me without explanation and later telling me it was for my own good is deceitful. It’s up to me to choose if I want to be with you. Your place is not to decide you’re fit or unfit for me. That’s about you selfishly battling your own demons; not what is best for me. R.P.
Perhaps the reason we are unable to love
is that we yearn to be loved, that is,
we demand something (love)
from our partner instead of
delivering ourselves up to him
demand-free and asking
for nothing but his company.