I found the right guy, gave him perfect love. It was the right time. Everything was perfect except for one thing. For him, I wasn’t the perfect girl. I wasn’t even close to being the right one. No matter how much I wish otherwise I can’t make him love me. C.R.
What do I have to do to make you want me?
What do I have to do to make you understand?
What do I have to do to make you love me?
But, if I can’t make you love me,
just tell me what do I have to do…
…to forget about you…
Stabbing Westward
What a mess you left me in: emotionally unstable, pregnant and brokenhearted. Maybe I simply got to be too much or maybe you never loved me at all. Every step now is agony, but I’m going to make it. I’m going to be okay and I’m going to do it by myself. E.O.
…I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly
and irreparably broken that there could be
no real joy again, that at best there might
eventually be a little contentment.
Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life,
pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to,
I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud
with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed,
grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.
Anne Lamott
A web of deceit came from you and I loving each other. You were unfaithful. I got even by doing the same thing. Anger grew. Animosity thrived. A stack of lies piled up while compassion for each other evaporated. We’re done my Darling. G.D.
When two people decide to get a divorce,
it isn’t a sign that they “don’t understand” one another,
but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.
Helen Rowland
When you said you no longer loved me, I was devastated. It took years for that shadow to evaporate so I could see clearly again. Now I know I will love again, but never like that. My love for you is the forever type that never completely goes away. B.J.
I held her close for only a short time,
but after she was gone,
I’d see her smile on the face of a perfect stranger
and I knew she would be there with me
all the rest of my days.
Brian Andreas
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.
Richard Kadrey
I hate you. I despise you. I’m disgusted by you. I loathe you. I detest you. I abhor you. I’m repulsed by you. I can’t stand you. I can’t bear to see you. I dislike you. You’re bad for me. You’re okay. I like you. I care for you. I’m fond of you. I love you. S.A.
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I had you,
but there isn’t a day
that goes by that
I don’t miss you.
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Time heals wounds, but the wounded are often never the same again. It’s impossible my heart could ever be as open or my mind as hopeful as when you loved me. I’m like a chair missing a leg; incomplete and in need of propping up.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows that in that moment
you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level of abandon
where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss
seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope
It’s tough right now. I miss you, the things we did, our routines and how comfortable we used to be with each other. By choice, by deed, by accident or by death all relationships on Earth end. I know that and will hold you close in my heart for the rest of my days. S.E.
You are out of my sight,
but you will never be out of my heart.
I may not see your face,
but I will always remember your smile.
I will never hear your voice again
but you will forever whisper in my ear.
Rashida Rowe
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
It’s feels like my broken heart is a terminal illness I could die from soon. There’s no other way to explain this pain that goes on day and night. This illness keeps me from sleeping. I’m so sick I can barely work. I barely eat. Worse than hopeless is my diagnosis. K.J.
If you drop me, I will break.
If you hold me, I will shake.
If you need me, I will hurry.
If you don’t call me, I will worry.
If you hurt me, I will cry.
But if you leave me, I will die.
Anonymous
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