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.
My mind is a thousand times sorry. My soul at least twice as much. But it’s my heart that regrets uncountable times. You are ‘the one’ but I let a moments lust take me over. I cheated in a thoughtless transgression that is now my lifetime sorrow to bear. O.A.
How can one so seemingly friendly
betray all trusts and defect so readily?
How can one so high of morals
inflict only pain and dwell on sorrows?
How can one so soundly virtuous
commit heinous crimes and be so torturous?
How can one so quick with generosity
stoop so low and never bother with an apology?
How can one so reliably loyal
forsake all friendships and live in turmoil?
How can one have each and every quality
fail so blatantly and give in to frivolity?
and why did this one have to be me?
I should have fought for you and not given up so easily when you told me it was over. Sure I called and wrote for a while but then I gave up. I’ll never know how close I was to winning to you back or if it was hopeless and I did the right thing. J.R.
Just because I’m not
forever by your side
doesn’t mean that’s not
precisely where I want to be.
To this day I am still hoping you will forgive me and show up at my door. I dream of opening it and standing there you say “I have forgiven you. I love you. I can’t live without you”. Sadly that sort of redemption is only in the movies and never in real life. H.M.
Betraying and deceiving you,
I surely had no right
To snatch away such a precious gem;
A dark thief in the night.
To hear those forbidden words,
To vanquish all the pain,
To understand my dearest wish:
To know you once again.
When I’d get jealous about men talking to you it felt like a monster took me over. I knew you loved me, but still became like Dr. Heckle taken over by Mr. Hyde. Too many times I embarrassed you. It took you leaving me to discover I have a real problem. D.C.
Jealousy is a disease,
love is a healthy condition.
The immature mind often mistakes
one for the other, or assumes
that the greater the love,
the greater the jealousy;
they are almost incompatible;
one emotion hardly
leaves room for the other.
Robert A. Heinlein
I feel sad this morning and it’s all my fault. We shared a unique and special life together, but I kept looking for something else thinking there must be more. I had it all and only realized it after you were gone. You did not break my heart. I did. C.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.
Yes, I was busy and worked long hours. In my mind it was all for ‘us’. In hindsight it’s easy to see I was addicted to money, success and the rush of making deals; the wins and loses. My love of risk cost me far more than I ever dreamed: YOU! B.P.
Too much of the time, we are blinded
by our own pursuits of people to love us,
people that don’t even matter,
while all that time we waste
and the people who do love us
have to stand on the sidewalk
and watch us beg in the streets!
C. JoyBell C.
In the bubble of our love, everything was good. Anger never lasted. Disappointment evaporated quickly. Grief passed. Everything was made better because of our love. Then I cheated and messed everything up. Where joy once was is now sadness. B.J.
In truth, there are only two realities:
the one for people who are
in love or love each other,
and the one for people
who are standing outside all that.
From “The Feast of Love”
by Charles Baxter
I wish I hadn’t broken up with you. In time you healed and made room in your heart for another. It’s so hard to see you with someone new filling in the space that used to be mine; holding your hand; kissing your lips; embracing you. What have I done?! D.P.
Throughout my lifetime I’ve left
pieces of my heart here and there.
And now, there’s almost barely enough
to stay alive.
Why do I want you back? Why can’t I hate you? Why can’t I let go of our memories? Why do I find it hard to forget you? So many ‘why’s’ but the most unanswered one is why do I still love you after you said goodbye because you wanted your freedom? WHY? L.L.
After tonight, as it all ends,
will we end up just as friends?
After tonight, as you leave my side,
will you cry like I do till the tears subside?
After tonight, as you tell me we’re through,
will you ever realize I still love you?