Slipped Through My Fingers

How long does heartbreak last? I let the love of my life slip through my fingers. It’s been two years since I broke up you, the woman I loved dearly. I thought things might be better with my Ex., but I was so wrong.  You’ve moved on and don’t trust or want me anymore. D.G.

Have you seen my smile
because the last time I wore it
was when I was with you.
Anonymous

Drown What’s Left of You

Often I wake knowing I’ve been dreaming of you again. I relive good times or spin new make-believe ones in my subconscious. Then there are dreams when I hear you say again “I love you and forgive you, but can’t forget what you did. I can’t be with you anymore.” A.O.

So bring on the pain
Let it kill your memory
Bring on the rain
Let it drown what’s left of you and me
I know the only way I’m ever gonna make it
Is burying the best of us
Even though it’s killing me
Cause I don’t love you any less
But I can’t love you anymore
From the song “I Can’t Love You Anymore” by Gary Nichols

Lost to Me Now

Now I know the full force of the pain of a broken heart. I thought I’d been in love before. I cried over several men before, but the hurt passed. You breaking up with me six months ago was devastating. Only through the agony have I realized how deeply I care about you. D.B.

Get a life! Move on!
All the usual advice
That flies over my head.
How CAN I explain?
How can I get through?
Without him beside me.
I’d rather be dead.
To my dreams and desires
He is lost to me now.
And lost he’ll remain;
And the only thing living
Is my sense of real pain.
Taken from “Lost Advice” by Alison Stormwolf

I’m Sorry of Being Myself

Repeatedly in anger I spoke to you in a manner I shouldn’t have. I accused you of things you never did and I knew it. It was my short comings I tried to hang them on you. I hurt you too much emotionally with my behavior and now you won’t speak to me. Please forgive me. E.D.

I’m sorry of being so emotional.
I’m sorry of being so possessive.
I’m sorry that I cry for you.
I’m sorry because I can’t live without you.

I’m sorry for the tears you shed.
I’m sorry for the damage I made.
I’m sorry I’ve made you sick.
Sorry I hurt you so deep.

I’m sorry for giving you sleepless nights.
I’m sorry for each and every fight.
I’m sorry for your pain & agony.
I’m sorry for the missing harmony.

I’m sorry of being so immature.
I’m sorry now that can’t be cured.
I’m sorry of being myself.
I’m sorry that I’ve failed.
Sourav RCY

Forgive Me My Love

If I live another hundred years there will not be enough time for me to show you the depth of my thankfulness for your forgiveness. I know what I did was wrong; VERY WRONG and I deeply regret it. Your love is a gift far beyond what I deserve. You won’t be sorry. L.P.

I know I fought with you without any reason
forgive me my love.
I know I used bitter words for you
forgive me my love.
I know I hurt your feelings when you were innocent
forgive me my love.
I know I abused you even though you were right
forgive me my love.
I know I didn’t believe in you as my partner
forgive me my love.
I know I didn’t praise your good deeds
forgive me my love.
I know I didn’t wipe your tears when you were sad
forgive me my love.
I know I didn’t value your love and affection
forgive me my love.
Now, I have realized all my mistakes that I made
I promise you I will never let you down again.
Please forgive me and come back to me
Forgive Me My Love” by Ravi Sathasivam

An Unperfect Actor

It’s a shame I injured our love so badly. What a mess. My mistakes haunt me, but I did learn from them. I love you very much and hope in time you’ll give me another chance. I don’t deserve it, but if you find it in your heart I will move heaven and earth to be worthy. C.H.

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
William Shakespeare from “Sonnet XXIII

The Torn Apart Remains

For three nights in a row I have dreamed about you. You either angrily told me to go to Hell or took something of mine saying I deserved to lose it for what I did. The only thing stronger than my love for you is the guilt for doing what tore us apart.  It constantly haunts me. J.B.

You do not know me.
Not like the others do.
Hate and loathing know me.
They know me through and true.
I am not what I appear to be,
the light that shines is but a glow,
of the torn apart remains,
of the real me you cannot know.
There is no greater condemnation
than that which is your own.
Which forces you, unwillingly,
To blame yourself alone.
From “Self-Hatred” by C. F. Tinney

What Have We Done?!?!

Saying goodbye to you is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. It took both of us to damage our love beyond repair. You’ve been in my life for so long it feels like a  big piece of me is gone; one I can’t live without. I miss you so much. What have we done?! J.R.

I sit here in this place
So far from where I used to be.
Wondering, what happened?
How did this happen to me?
Remembering the days
Of times gone by.
I promised I wouldn’t do this
I said I wouldn’t cry.
I used to be so strong
Nothing could get in my way.
Now I am lost and forlorn
How did I get this way?
I Miss You.
What Has Happened to Me” by an Author unknown

Hard to Move On

How many times have we broken up and gotten back together in the last four years? Nine times!  Just because two people love each other does not mean they are compatible enough to make a life together. In spite of the pain the thought brings, it’s time to admit that. D.H.

There once was a time if I just closed my eyes,
I could see us together as one.
But after these years of growing apart,
I can see that dream is done.
You were the one who knew me inside and out,
And always knew just what to say.
Any problems I had would disappear,
When you said it would all be okay.
There was always a special connection with us,
And these days it seems to be gone.
Whatever we had died a long time ago,
But it’s just so hard to move on.
Taken from “Not Meant To Be” by Katy Mikelle

For the Sake of Affection

You send back my letters. “Return to sender” was on your birthday package when it came back. You won’t see me and hang up if I call. You want nothing to do with me. Losing you profoundly changed me. I’m not the same. Wish you could see it. B.D.

If enduring pain,
braving shame,
despising one’s self
for the sake of affection
and accepting misery
without question
is the definition of love
– then, I LOVE YOU.