Your unfaithfulness was the ultimate in selfishness. You tainted everything we have shared, or ever will share, for short-lived pleasure. I know you love me. Yes, I still want you. Yes, I believe I can learn to trust you. But I will always know what you are capable of. J.R.
The worst kind of hurt is betrayal,
because it means someone was willing to hurt you
just to make them self feel better.
People are always fascinated by infidelity because, in the end – whether we’ve had direct experience or not – there’s part of you that knows there’s absolutely no more piercing betrayal. People are undone by it. Junot Diaz
You hardly want to touch me. I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m the same person you said you’ve love forever. What happened? Did you get tired of me? Is there someone else? I feel there is, but am afraid to ask for fear you’ll say “Yes, there is”. A.N.
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hope in a brand new day,
when the one I love has gone away?
My mind overflows with memories of you,
of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew.
I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss,
I wake and cry for all that I miss.
From “Lost Without You” by Jenna
Resposted from April 20, 2012
There are still some bad moments, but more good ones now. What you did has faded a little and the knowing is not constantly on fire. My grief is slowly diminishing. My hurt is healing. I’m still here. I want to trust you again. Do you see how much I love you? G.W.
Stab the body and it heals,
but injure the heart
and the wound lasts a lifetime.
Sound I stay? Should I go? Is running best or is hanging on to you for dear life better? Will you recover from your addiction to want only me? Can I love you the way I need to after now knowing the truth about you? For now, I just want to stay and be with you. M.E.
The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he’s in the game.
And once he’s in, he can’t go back,
He’ll beat his wings ’til he burns them black…
No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real,
‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation…
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . .
My mind’s a thousand times sorry. My soul twice as much. But my heart regrets an uncountable amount. You’re ‘the one’ but I let lust take me. I cheated in a dirty and thoughtless transgression that’s my sorrow to bear. Please, please forgive me. T.G
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?
You have herpes and did not admit it until I caught the disease from you. I wonder what other secrets you keep and ask myself frequently,”what else have you not told me”. The longer intrigue is hidden, the more damaging the truth is when told. G.T.
…when at last you find someone
to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,
you stop in shock at the words you utter –
they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless
and feeble from being kept
in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
From “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”
by Sylvia Plath
It was just a few nights. You took what you wanted, then dumped me. For you it was casual sex like scratching an itch. For me it was more. I feel dirty & used from giving all of myself to another man who didn’t deserve me. You’d think I’d have learned by now. S.F.
I’m not supposed to love you,
I’m not supposed to care
I’m not supposed to live my life,
wishing you were there
I’m not supposed to wonder
where you are or what you do
I’m sorry I just can’t help myself,
I fell in love with you.
It was stupid to think I could always control myself when I partied and drank too much. The attention of another man felt good. One thing led to another and I went too far. In drunken weakness I traded moments of pleasure for the beautiful life I had with you. J.B.
I don’t know what to say,
Everything is wrong,
I can’t believe that I was so blind,
Once again I lost my way,
I know that you’re gone,
I know I hurt you deep inside,
Maybe you can’t forget the lies,
I was just a fool, you see,
I know you trusted me…
From the song “I Am Here”
written and sung by Shakira
I wish you had told me from the start you were going to break my heart. Then I would have seen it coming or at least known one day the heartbreak would arrive. Never did I imagine you would leave me. I thought we’d always be together. O.W.
Trying to forget
someone you love is
like trying to
you never met.