I fell in love with you. You broke my heart. You said you were sorry and I took you back. Then you broke my heart again and I forgave you again. Now you’ve deeply hurt me a third time and made a pitiful apology. I don’t believe you anymore. Leave me alone.
Break my heart one,
Same on you
Break my heart twice,
Shame on me.
Break my heart a third time,
I will forget about you.
Yes, I was busy and worked long hours. In my mind it was all for ‘us’. In hindsight it’s easy to see I was addicted to money, success and the rush of making deals; the wins and loses. My love of risk cost me far more than I ever dreamed: YOU! B.P.
Too much of the time, we are blinded
by our own pursuits of people to love us,
people that don’t even matter,
while all that time we waste
and the people who do love us
have to stand on the sidewalk
and watch us beg in the streets!
C. JoyBell C.
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.
Why do men run from women who try to make them happy and fight for the ones who make them sad? The biggest mistake a guy makes is thinking the girl who broke his heart once won’t do it again. You’ve broken mine three times! When will I learn?! D.C.
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn’t love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who’ll break my Heart”
From “Clockwork Prince” by Cassandra Clare
All my worries about you leaving did nothing to stop you from going. The pain I borrowed in advance is now stirred in with the hurt from you breaking up with me. I know my frets and worry contributed to your departure but I could not stop myself. L.S.
… anticipatory fear is always
twice as strong as present fear.
Anticipatory fear has both fears in it at once –
the anticipatory one and the one
that comes simultaneously
with the dread happening itself.
Love for you still lives in my heart but I’m different now.
You broke me. NO, you shattered me into pieces. Once I put myself back together the person who emerged is not the old quiet and compliant me. I’m stronger with lots of confidence. Are you ready for that? L.K.
Yes you are forgiven,
come back to me
and we can start all over again…
But one thing is for sure,
after you broke me
I’m not the same person
that you hurt before…
When I thought you loved me were the happiest days of my life. Now that you don’t places me in the darkest time I have ever endured. Without you days feel like they are a thousand hours long. Each sleepless night passes with no rest for my broken heart. L.L.
Pain, pain go away!
Please do not come back another day.
Tears falling down my face
oh how I wish for his warm embrace.
Pain, pain go away
bring me back to another day
where he loved me and
we thought we were meant to be.
Pain, pain go away
leave me alone and do not stay.
How can he stand there and break my heart
How did we allow us to grow so far apart?
“Pain Pain Go Away”
by Kari Johnston
You’ll never understand the damage you did treating me so badly. I tried hard to measure up to what you wanted, but it was never enough. I realize now it was only a projection of your thoughts about yourself on me. You couldn’t love me because you hate yourself. W.E.
There is no beauty in sadness.
No honor in suffering.
No growth in fear.
No relief in hate.
It’s just a waste
of perfectly good happiness.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
The thunder and lightning you came into my life with was exciting. In time it became obvious you were mentally ill. I tried to help and loved you through it all. In the end it didn’t matter. You shredded me, drove me away to another, then blamed me for it. S.B.
I wish I could find the words
To tell you how I feel.
There is so much I want to say
But I don’t know where to start.
There is a thousand questions
That I’d like to ask
But I fear
The answers might not be
What I want to hear.
So I stay quiet
Like there’s nothing on my mind
But the less I open up
The more I find myself confused.
It leaves me lost and lonely.
I think I’m being used.
There is a lot I need to know
To help me understand
To find the truth.
The hardest task
Is how to learn, how to ask.
I thought you didn’t love me, or at least not enough to make a life together. So I moved on, searching for something I never found. I see now it was me who wasn’t ready to commit to you when I had the chance. Interesting how life has turned the table on me. J.M.
has a cruel sense of humor,
giving you the thing
you always wanted
at the worst time possible.