My dreams seemed so possible before you. Then I imagined falling madly for someone and being happy with them for the rest of my life. Now I’m afraid. My dreams are broken. My belief in love is no longer pure and naive. I hate being a ‘grown-up’. R.P.
We ruined each other by being together.
We destroyed each other’s dreams.
Kate Chisman
In the beginning we were so passionate and into each other. I know that is impossible to sustain but thought we’d settle into a rewarding and fulfilling life together. Instead you tired of me like old clothes you did not want to wear any more and threw me away. D.C.
I would rather a romantic relationship
turn into contempt than turn into apathy.
The passion in the extremities
make it appear as though it once meant something.
We grow from hot or cold,
but lukewarm is the biggest insult.
Criss Jami
While the world sleeps, I lay on my bed, broken inside and awake. When the world is awake my heart cries to be unconscious. When I see someone happy I’m reminded how sad I am. When I see grieving, my sorrow increases. Living without you hurts! A.W.
She was a genius of sadness,
immersing herself in it,
separating its numerous strands,
appreciating its subtle nuances.
She was a prism through which
sadness could be divided
into its infinite spectrum.
Jonathan Safran Foer
My childhood was rough. Everything possession I came from hard work. Working three jobs at once was difficult. All that pales in comparison to losing you. Even after all I’ve endured I’m right back where I started, feeling like a lost little girl again. S.D.
I am still standing on same spot,
Where you left my heart to rot,
I first thought I’d make it through,
But, seems like I can’t stop loving you,
It is getting very hard to be strong,
’Cause I have been missing you so long,
And now I don’t have anymore tears to cry,
Still my heart’s can’t seem to say goodbye…
Anonymous
My sadness is hidden. I don’t let it show. Everyone thinks I’m fine, but that’s just an act I am putting on. If I’m fine it means: Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. I don’t want anyone to know I miss you so much it is driving me insane. P.O.
I think of you in silence
Imaging things are still the same.
But all I have left are memories
and a heart around your name.
My spirit aches with sadness
and invisible tears steadily flow.
What it meant to lose you
no-one will ever know.
Unknown
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.
Sharde Richardson
Everyone thinks I’m fine. I’m the only one that knows something is slowly dying inside me. Every day it decays a little more, festering into an unrecognizable form. You left me behind and alone to be the slayer of the love that once lived in my heart for you. E.L.
Love is a great poet,
its resources are inexhaustible,
but if the end it has in view
is not obtained,
it feels weary and remains silent.
Giacomo Casanov
Our first kiss in the rain is a sweet memory deeply pressed into my mind. Our last kiss in the bright mid-day sun seems unreal and like something that did not happen. But it did. That was the day our marriage ended. That was not what I wanted. M.E.
The first kiss
can be as
terrifying
as the last.
Daina Chaviano
My 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.
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
The pain of having a broken heart isn’t enough to kill me, but is enough to keep me from living again. I’m stuck between a broken heart and one that doesn’t feel. Alternating between is agony. I want to get over you and I don’t at the same time. T.P.
People have scars in all sorts of place;
like secret road maps of their personal histories;
diagrams of their old wounds.
Most of our wounds heal,
leaving nothing behind but a scar.
But some of them don’t.
Some wounds we carry with us
everywhere and through
the cut’s long gone,
the pain still lingers.
Meredith Grey
Broken Hearts Anonymous 