heartbreak

To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Here are the things I want for you -I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.I want you to know how happy you once made me and though you really did hurt me, in the end, I was better for it. I don't know if what we had was love, but if it wasn't, I hope to never fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.Finally, I want you to know how sorry I am for pushing you away when I had only meant to bring you closer. And if I ever felt like home to you, it was because you were safe with me. - I want you to know that most of all.

I'm in self-imposed exile, cradled between split branches, in my favorite tree in the woods behind school. I've been coming here every day at lunch, hiding out until the bell rings, whittling words into the branches with my pen, allowing my heart to break in private.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.

I__ passing the bar Where you first got in my car I__ not ashamed to admit That it__ you I won__ forget I saved your cigarettes andBad habits I regret But the hours flew by like cloudsWhenever I had you around Parachute loverTake me awayFrom the plane that went crashing And the earth that__ in flamesSaving you is saving me High above the redwood treesBut down below I see shadows And parachute debris We're drifting like children Along for the rideEach time we find love Another parachute arrivesOur madness will burn As bright as the sunAnd I__l keep finding lovers But you were the one

Loving her was heaven that turned to hell when she died.

Blessed is the woman who has never had anything to love. She can never know the heartbreak that comes with losing it.

Come in! come in !_ he sobbed.__athy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart__ darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!

I stood in your doorway this morningdreaming you__ turn aroundyou__ tilt your headyou__ softly whisper __tay__r that you__ grab my armsto shake me while askingwhat the hell are we doingwe loveeach otherand this is not rightso we will make this worknow stay!You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal manwith your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked onand the streets are so clean here people rushing to workand maybe I should be tooby nowat this agethis stagethis town.I will stand in that doorway dreamingfor many nights to come.

A healing heart has no time frame.

What was wrong with her? Why did things like this keep happening to her? Love wasn't supposed to hurt, yet it felt like all she knew when it came to love was pain. Every time she opened her heart, she just got burned. Or, in this case, frozen. And she was getting sick and tired of it.

The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.

It could have been avoided. This couch misery spiral, this _ loss _ I could__e avoided the bulk of it simply by doing more. I could__e given a shit...

An emotionally abusive relationship, in very simplistic terms, is much like standing up in a too hot bath and sinking back in so as not to feel so dizzy.

I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.