Your job kept you on the road so much I lost track of who you are and you seemed like stranger. Even when you were in town you spent most of your time hanging out with your buddies. Now you’re surprised I am breaking up with you? Grow up! K.L.
Brains are like hearts…
they go where they are appreciated.
I’m lying here trying to sort out how our once great love became such a mess. We both did things that hurt the other, but nothing large enough to split us up. I guess the accumulation of lots of little wrongs added up to being big enough to break us. B.P.
I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart,
then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive.
And I understand that at that precise moment,
when your heart breaks open, that all you want to do
is lay down and die! Because you know that is
the only way the pain is ever going to stop.
I don’t want you back, I just want to get over you. That’s impossible when you won’t leave me alone. Let me be clear. I don’t want to see you or talk to you. I don’t want email or texts from you. Forget my address, lose my number and leave me alone. B.C.
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it’s the worst,
emptied out by a single word…
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now.
Unwise. Silly. Dim-witted. Foolish. Stupid. Dense. Self-centered. Out of touch. And just plain wrong. Those are just a few of the words that describe my behavior. I mistreated you badly and acted liked you’d always be here and never leave me. WRONG! D.S.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say
“I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
Too often It seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts.
And we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
When a woman gives up, it’s not because she doesn’t love you, but because she’s tired of getting hurt and feels like you’ll never care. For only so long can a girl hang on while a man makes her feel helplessly inadequate and unneeded, like you do me. N.M.
Sometimes letting things go
is an act of far greater power
than defending or hanging on.
You didn’t do a thing to make me want to stay. You can’t blame me for walking away after all your cheating and drunken behaviors. Now you say you’ll change. Problem is you’ve told me that many times before. I done Baby… absolutely done with you. L.L.
What they do to you hurts,
but realizing that
they don’t love you
kills you inside
and breaks your heart
into a thousand pieces.
Letting go is something you do when you still love someone, but just don’t believe in them anymore. That’s where I am with you. Too many lies, too much fighting, too many sleepless night… too much, too much! The love I need can’t be this difficult. E.O.
It may seem as the hardest thing to do,
but you have to forget the guy
who forgot about you.
Every time I think of you, I have to remind myself if you wanted to talk to me, you would. That’s hard because of my feelings, but I am better off without your attention. You need help. Emotionally you’re sick, confused and screwed up. I feel sorry for you. D.B.
The only thing left to do
is forgive and forget.
I want to
I want to
It’s difficult to admit, but things aren’t going to work out for us. Deep down we both know it, but neither is willing to say it. Through my tears I am writing it down for you, not because I want to but because I have to. For your own good I have to let you go. E.O.
I think it’s time that I let you go.
And it’s really hard for me to do
because I know that there’s a part of me
that will be in love with you for the rest of my life.
But this running in place and day dreaming
is just not healthy for either of us.
What happened? How much was your fault? How much mine? Which things could I have done differently? What should you have done another way? This is the “looking for answers” game I play. I’m beginning to realize it doesn’t matter. “We” are not more. B.C.
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.
From “The Catastrophic History of You and Me”
By Jess Rothenberg