We’ll never know for sure what happened. We made mistakes, did stupid things and hurt each other. Our love became horribly wounded. We kept on fighting and our hearts did not heal. I guess we tired of trying to save a love that was terminally ill. T.K.
Love dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
Love dies of blindness
and errors and betrayals.
Love dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishing.
A. Nin
My calendar has X’s on every day you’ve been gone. It’s been months and still each day begins with thoughts of you. I catch myself wondering if you’re thinking of me at the same time. How could I love you so dearly but hurt you so much? I’m a fool. S.W.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone.
I take walks. I work until I’m tired.
I watch the wind play with the trash
that’s been under the snow all winter.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
Why is love intensified by absence?
Audrey Niffenegger
Our consistent pastime is dwelling on what is wrong with our relationship and each other. Every mistake is as a weapon to be used. If we worked as hard on being together as we do on driving each other away maybe we’d find peace with each other. B.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
Even though we had both vowed our love to another, temptation overtook us. Our affair messed up everything. We got divorces to be together but our marriage failed. Why did we ever expect anything else? What we shared was founded on lies and deceit. R.W.
The truth that survives
is simply the lie
that is pleasantest to believe.
H. L. Mencken
In front of me you often flirt with other guys. Sometimes you go on and on. In some twisted way, my jealousy seems to make you feel better about yourself. Keep on hurting me like this and one day soon I won’t get jealous. I’ll just leave… permanently. R.Y.
I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
and now there’s nothing left.
You stole my heart,
then tore it in two.
Now I’m falling apart,
and don’t know what to do.
Divided by decisions,
burned by the fire.
Confused by your words.
Tempted by desire.
I’m living in the present.
My mind is on the past.
Not knowing what I’ll lose.
Not knowing what will last.
Blinded by fear.
Drowning in doubt.
Struggling to be free.
Looking for a way out.
“I Tried So Hard”
By Whitney Barton
My mind is a thousand times sorry. My soul at least twice as much. But it’s my heart that regrets uncountable times. You are ‘the one’ but I let a moments lust take me over. I cheated in a thoughtless transgression that is now my lifetime sorrow to bear. O.A.
How can one so seemingly friendly
betray all trusts and defect so readily?
How can one so high of morals
inflict only pain and dwell on sorrows?
How can one so soundly virtuous
commit heinous crimes and be so torturous?
How can one so quick with generosity
stoop so low and never bother with an apology?
How can one so reliably loyal
forsake all friendships and live in turmoil?
How can one have each and every quality
fail so blatantly and give in to frivolity?
and why did this one have to be me?
Unknown
Deep down I know you’re not good for me. Being with you is like a toothache unattended that will fester and make me sick… heart-sick and heartbroken. Loving you has made me weak, but somehow I have to find the strength to get away from you. P.H.
You aren’t worth my tears
’cause all you do is make me cry.
You aren’t worth trusting
’cause all you do is lie.
You aren’t worth loving
’cause you’re breaking my heart…
So why am staying with you
when we’re better off apart?
Anonymous
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.
Stephanie Laurens
A hopeless fool I am; an addict. My substance of choice does not come in a pill or glass; it’s you. Like a junkie who can’t get a fix I shake, sweat and grieve doing my best to shake this habit since you don’t want me anymore. I feel like I am dying. B.R.
Everyone has an addiction,
mine happens to be you.
Unknown
Many memories fade over time, but not those of you. In the right circumstance I travel back and am almost there with you. It takes only a song, a smell, a sound, a rainy day, food prepared a particular way or a hundred other things and I am transported. H.P.
Twas but a word, a single word
A stranger’s lip expressed
And yet my spirit’s depths were stirred
With feelings long repressed.
Unbidden tear-drops dimmed my eyes,
My lips still wore a smile;
O how the heart can grief disguise,
And learn deception’s wile.
Thoughts, rushing thoughts, came wild and fast,
The present, it was not,
I only saw the long, long past,
How could it be forgot?
Young voices murmured in mine ear,
With radiant mirth and glee,
But I, alas! could only hear
The heart that spoke of thee.
And that hand was clasped in mind,
Once more thou were mine own,
And ‘neath the crescent pale shine,
On the hill-side, alone.
From “Memory” by ‘Mrs. Swift’
Originally published in the early 1800’s
in Neal’s Saturday Gazette
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