Love has found me several times. Each meeting then parting took away a piece of me. After losing you I don’t think there is enough of me left to ever love again. So I am just going to go on loving you even though you are not here. My heart is too tired to do anything else. C.B.
As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree.
You cannot hold out against certain winds.
Each day tears away a few more leaves;
and then there are the storms
that break off several branches at one go.
And while nature’s greenery
grows back again in the spring,
that of the heart never grows back.
First posted October 29, 2012
For years I’ve carried you in my heart, always hoping for a new start, but there’s never been a second right time for us. You’ve been searching for so long. What you had never seemed for long to be what you wanted. Have you found yourself yet? K.M.
I miss your kiss and I miss your touch.
I don’t know why I love you so much.
To see your smile and touch your face…
To be back in your arms where I felt so safe…
I need you now, like I needed you then.
Its too painful I just can’t be your friend.
Please come back to me,
and you will see
that you and I
are meant to be.
Even when you find love usually it is not lasting. Knowing that doesn’t make my broken heart hurt less. So much of my life revolved around you, but that’s gone now. About the hardest thing I’ve ever done is watch the one I love, love someone else. B.J.
Sometimes you have
to accept the fact
that certain things
will never go back
to how they used to be.
When you love someone, they become part of you. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much that you’re gone and there’s hole where my feelings for you are stored. I’m in no big hurry to try to fill that space because I know it will take a long time to stop loving you. B.E.
Love is like a puzzle.
When you’re in love, all the pieces fit
but when your heart gets broken,
it takes a while to get everything back together.
Our trips to Europe are strong in my memory. Any photo of our favorite city is an instant reminder. So is every song I listened to on the flights. Like yesterday I recall the restaurants, coffee shops, art museums, walking in the snow at night… I remember it all. CB
Memories are bullets.
Some whiz by and only spook you.
Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
Friends tell me to move on, but they don’t understand the depth of feeling in my heart for you. Digging that love out of me is like trying to shovel quicksand. With every attempt more falls back in than I can dig out and I get pulled deeper into the quagmire. T.G.
You say that love is nonsense.
I tell you it is no such thing.
For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain,
an ache about the heart, never leaving one,
by night or by day; a long strain on one’s nerves
like toothache or rheumatism,
not intolerable at any one instant,
but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Henry Brooks Adams
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.
Pretenders have taken advantage of me. Players have played me. Abusers have abused me. But yet my quivering broken heart says, “I will not stop believing you’re out there somewhere; the one who deserves my love. Do you feel me like I do you?” B.C.
The thinnest slice would be teeming
with memories of a love so strong
it turned you inside out and left you gasping,
and would be an identical match
to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.
The other day I looked down at my hands and noticed the spaces between my fingers that used to be filled by you when we were holding hands. Once in a while I sense what feels like you reaching for me. Do you ever feel that? C.B.
Never allow someone
to be your priority
while allowing yourself
to be their option.
I wish I had never met you. Then I could go to sleep at night not believing there was someone like you in the world. But in my knowing you are out there somewhere comes one sleep deprived night after another. I want you with every fiber of my being. S.P.
just the heart,
but every part.
Coco J. Ginger