Black is Now My Shadow

You cheated on me with my best friend! Together you shattered me, broke my heart, crushed my soul and destroyed my ability to trust. I thought “you” were the “one” and she was “my best friend forever”. How could you?! I loved you both and what you did is unforgivable! A.P.


You throw me aside like a piece of garbage.
You destroyed my heart, my soul.
You left me only a piece of emotion.
You don’t notice me though I walk right past.
Black is now my shadow, my face and my shade.
I am and forever an outcast, a castaway.
Taken from Cast Away by Tayla

Every Other Part

You could have told me or at least called. A hand written note would have had some meaning. An email would shown a little respect and caring. But you sent a text message to break up with me! Twenty three words on my phone and nothing more. I deserve better! T.M.

I don’t know why
they call it heartbreak.
It feels like every other part
of my body is broken too.
Missy Altijd

My Heart, My Body, My Soul

No words can express the pain you caused. After you crushed my heart I started shutting people out. I began to hide behind a wall so no one can see how deep my grief was and to keep my tears hidden. I gave you my heart, my body, my soul, my all. You violated me. K.N.

O’ eyes do not weep
Cease the deluge of pain
And heart do not beat
Sad remembrance of him
Mind do not tarry
Lest fear should befall
Upon vows that you carry
And love you recall
“Eyes Do Not Weep” by Kay Salady
http://kaysalady.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/eyes-do-not-weep/

Knowing My Heart is Safe

Cheating and lying aren’t relationship problems, they’re reasons to break up! There’s nothing to work out ’cause the damage can’t be repaired. I’ve found what you’re best at: LYING! I used to think I wasn’t good enough for you, but now know you don’t deserve me. J.J.

I’m not the silly romantic you think.
I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars.
I don’t want gemstones or gold.
I have those things already.
I want…a steady hand.
A kind soul.
I want to fall asleep, and wake,
knowing my heart is safe.
I want to love, and be loved.
Shana Abé

Not Good Enough

In the end I was not good enough for you. You used to say it wasn’t true, but in the end you believed it. You grew up rich. I grew up poor. You have a career. I have a job. You’re from the city.  I’m a farm boy. You said what your family thought did not matter. But it did; didn’t it? R.B.

I’m sorry for not being good as you
I’m sorry for only being me
I’m sorry for not being good enough, its true
I’m sorry for letting you see
I’m sorry for letting you down
I’m sorry for not making you smile
I’m sorry for every reason to smile, I give three to frown
I’m sorry for not making it worthwhile
I’m sorry for not making this work out
I’m sorry for having this end
I’m sorry for filling you with doubt
I’m sorry you had to pretend
I’m sorry not being better than I possibly can
I’m sorry for not taking you off of my shelf
I’m sorry for not being a good enough man
I’m sorry for being myself
Anonymous

Some Day…

My heart’s broken; destroyed; stomped on. Whizzed in a food processor. Grated into tiny pieces with a cheese grater. Ripped in two and set on fire. You waited til my birthday to break up. Now I’ll think of this pain on every birthday that follows. Was that your intention? K.M.

Some Day You’ll Cry For Me
Like I Cried For You,
Some Day You’ll Miss Me
Like I Missed You,
Some Day You’ll Need Me
Like I Needed You,
Some Day You’ll Love Me
But I Won’t Love You

My Noon, My Midnight

Why did you say you loved me if you did not want me? Why did you desire me for a time and then no longer? Why did you marry me if you did not want me? And why did you stay with me if here is not where you wanted to be? Why? Why did you take so long to tell me? A.D.

My North, my South
My East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight,
My talk, my song;
I thought that love
would last forever:
I was wrong.
W. H. Auden

I’ll Always Wonder

I’ll always wonder how it happened; how we drifted apart; why you were unfaithful. Now as much as I love you, the need to be away from you is stronger. What once was, is no more. It is forever changed. I don’t want you to touch me ever again. A.F.


I thought
when love
for you died,
I should die.
It’s dead.
Alone, most strangely, I live on.
Rupert Brooke

How Deeply Hurt I Am

Do you have any idea what you have done. How disappointed in you I am? How deeply hurt I am by what you did. Something precious was shattered and will never be the same again. I love you, but I don’t like you and can’t ever be with you again. S.S.

I am tired,
Beloved,
of chafing
my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it
into little ink drops,
And posting it.
Amy Lowell