A Nightmare

The only thing I learned from loving you is the power it gave you to crush me. Being with you was the most wonderful thing I have ever known, until you didn’t want me any more. I have no idea what changed.  What happened? I never knew I could cry so much. You really hurt me! M.S.

Life without you is not life but a nightmare;
A nightmare that eats my skin little by little;
A nightmare that pricks my soul until it feels no more.
Life is not life, without you.
Gary R. Hess

One of Those Days

Today was just one of those days where everything I did reminded me of you, every song I heard somehow related to you and every couple I saw brought back memories of us. I hate days like today, because they remind me of the one thing I don’t have. YOU!   B.C.

Frustrated because I can’t tell if it’s real.
Mad because I don’t know how you feel.
Upset because we can’t make it right.
Sad because I need you day and night.
Angry because you won’t take my hand.
Aggravated because you don’t understand.
Disappointed because we can’t be together,
but still I’ll love you forever.
Unknown

Through Time and Distance

I tell myself you’re not allowed to hurt me anymore. But when I do it just hurts more. Letting you go and ending the love in my heart for you is the hardest thing I’ve ever attempted. So far I’m failing at forgetting and succeeding only at loving you through time and distance. L.D.

Pain, pain go away!
Please do not come back another day.
Tears falling down my face
oh how I wish for his warm embrace.
How can he stand there and break my heart
How did we allow us to grow so far apart?
My dream of us being happy is not going to come true
all I am feeling is down and blue.
Pain, pain go away
bring me back to another day
where he loved me and
we thought we were meant to be.
Taken from “Pain, Pain Go Away” by Kari Johnston

Only the Echoes of His Own Thoughts

Thinking I would be safe if I lived alone and did not fall in love again was flawed thinking. Over time my sadness grew and life became colorless with little taste. Now I know mourning a broken heart is better than having a heart that is dead. Finally I am facing losing you. A.E.

The person who tries to live alone
will not succeed as a human being.
His heart withers
if it does not answer another heart.
His mind shrinks away if he hears
only the echoes of his own thoughts
and finds no other inspiration.
Pearl S. Buck

So Crowded With You

You pushed me away over five years ago. Our divorce was done twelve months later. You remarried two years later. I know we are OVER, but I still love you and dream about you often. Will my heart always be so crowded with you leaving no room for anyone else? R.Y.

I see you in my dreams, and awake with delight,
first thing in the morning, all through the night.
My heart can’t let go, even though I have tried,
I feel a part of me has been lost and died.
…I wish you happiness and I wish you so much love,
and I hope you find what you deserve, as it’s you I’m thinking of.
I won’t be selfish and to you my heart does send, this
message to the one I love and will love until the end.
From “My Heart Can’t Let Go” by Penny 02-06-07

There Isn’t Much Left

First I lost you. A month later I was fired from the job I really liked. I had to sell my car. My landlord is selling my cheap apartment, so I have to move. There isn’t much left except my love for you. If I can lose that maybe I will finally be free, but what if I don’t want to be? P.D.

Nothing,
Everything,
Anything,
Something:
If you have nothing,
then you have everything,
because you have the freedom to do anything,
without the fear of losing something.
Jarod Kintz

A Bitter-Sweet Insanity

For hours, even days, I don’t think about you. But when my feelings bubble up I become temporarily lost in thinking of much I loved you then and still do now. Wishing to forget and fighting to hold on to every memory is slowly driving me crazy; a bitter-sweet insanity. L.S.

I have flown and fallen,
and I have swum deep and drowned,
but there should be more to love
than “I survived it”.
Lisa Manchev

Eighty Miles An Hour

Attempting to look ahead at life is like trying to see through a windshield without wipers on a car going eighty miles an hour. Yet looking through the rear view mirror is mostly clear. I did not realize how much I loved you until you were gone. It makes me weep to remember. C.S.

It relieves me not, crying over you,
While in the endless silence of night
The dawn creeps forward
Shunning the darkness in light.
My tears waste away into nothingness,
While my soul reaches for you
My arms betray their strength
Trembling, wishing for us two.
From “I Cry Over You, My Love” By Mistress of Eternity

Gone Forever

Most days I get a little better at letting you go, but it’s damn hard! I still love you and miss you. Once in a while I wake up and for a moment wonder why you’re not in bed with me, then I remember; you don’t want me any more. You’ve moved on. I hope some day I can too. F.O.

Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they played your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way he use to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Remember he has gone away
Forget his laugh forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember he’s with her tonight
Forget the time that went so fast
Forget the love that moved, it passed
Forget he said he’d leave you never
Remember he is gone forever.
Unknown

Rest of My Life

Lust is a blinder. Trying to blame it on animal instinct makes me sound stupid. Saying it was only sex makes me look ignorant. Saying that me cheating on you was stupid is accurate and its price is so high I will be paying for it the rest of my life. I lost you my darling. C.B.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;
you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.
…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,
but they are really tearing out their wings
for the sake of an illusion.
Rumi