You should’ve told the complete story about your past, not just part of it. Selective truth is akin to lying. What’s worse is you left me to stumble across the facts that made it hurt far more than if you’d told me from the beginning. Shame on you for hurting me this way. B.E.
I wish I could give you my pain
just for one moment.
Not to hurt you but rather so
you can finally understand
how much you hurt me.
Sum Nan
You hurt me when you pretended not to love me. I believed you and thought you didn’t care. Finding out years later you loved me all along doesn’t take away the pain felt and carried for years. But it will let the wound to heal to where now only a scar will remain.
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief…
and unspeakable love.
Washington Irving
After you were gone a magnitude of grief arrived, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The hardest part was no longer being able to hug you every day, in hearing only the echo of my own voice when I spoke your name, sleeping without your body against mine and waking alone.
Grief can take care of itself,
but to get the full value of joy,
you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark Twain
I thought you were lost to me forever. Through the years you were in my thoughts often. Sometimes I’d search the internet for traces but never found any. I had no idea where your home was or what had become of you. Then you found me. Oh, what joy! Y.M.
thought that I would never see you again
thought that time removed the traces our love left on my soul
thought that time erased all the memories we created
thought that time healed my broken heart
thought that I was finally over you.
never thought that I would crash into you
never thought that I would see my lost soul in your eyes
never thought that memories would sent me spiraling
never thought that my heart would be able to break again
never thought that we are not over.
Anonymous
Sometimes I forget how much you hurt me. I don’t think you ever knew how my heart wept silently over you for years. It was a rewarding torture to love so richly and then live with the loss of you. Even in my darkest hour there has been joy to have loved so deeply. A.G.
If music
be the food of love,
play on,
Give me excess of it;
that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken,
and so die.
From “Twelfth Night”
by William Shakespeare
Image by George Frederick Watts
The bad thing about my broken heart was I handed out pieces to anyone who pretended to love me. A little here; a little there, cast away, till all my heart and hurt were gone. Then you came back. Now I’m trying to collect the pieces and glue them back together. N.C.
Sometimes
the only person
who can help you
put a broken heart
back together
is the one
who broke it
in the first place.
Anonymous
It’s hard to forget someone who gave me so much to remember. Like hidden smoldering embers underneath ashes my memories of you have remained. Now my heart is beginning to flicker again with fire. I can hide the flames, but what do I do with the smoke? H.E.
Sometimes,
the only soul that can mend a broken heart
is the one that broke it.
For they are the ones holding all the pieces.
Patti Roberts
How was I to know the ingredients to make whole a many-times broken heart was buried inside me? All I needed was a sprinkling of your magic and enchantment starts to awaken. Like a great quest for something of ultimate value, love’s mystery begs solving. J.R.
There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief
…and unspeakable love.
19th century American author, Washington Irving
The better part of me wants to run as fast as possible to find you and hold you. And there is anxiety aroused by the old wounds of us that scream “get away”. I won’t run. I will face my fears. Whatever risk I am taking is worth it. You have my trust. I believe in you. H.E.
Like a bedraggled moth am I,
Drawn dizzily, yet inexorably
Toward the soft ethereal light
That shines from the eyes of a silken Goddess:
Poor stupid creature!
What hope for me?
“Enfants Perdus”
by Danny Rowden
My ability to pretend has gotten really good. I make believe that you will come back to me. I tell friends I really never cared about you. On the outside I pretend everything is just fine and I’m happy, but I love you and am dying inside. Without you every day is hell. B.R.
Behind my smile is a hurting heart
Behind my laughs I’m falling apart
Look at me closely and you will see
The girl I am just isn’t me.
Anonymous
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