The breakup continue..my heart's been ripped apart

[WindRavenX]

Faith, my dear, you have it not.
You took my heart and destroyed it
Ripped apart by claws guised as the hands of Angels
Abandoned by a beast that knows not of isolation
of the pain of being alone on another seaboard
My dear; your lies calmed an anxious heart
You stole my heart and destroyed it when
I needed you most.
I remember those mornings
drunk with sleep and, verily, love-
I heard the coos of the mourning doves
Spread throughout the morning light of the room
You loved me then
You even loved me when
that dark monday morning
The morning of my leave.
The thunderstorm woke us up; an ill omen
Faith, my dear, you have it not.
I remember the last time we made love
Tainted with fear and anxiety in the gray of the day
I said, "I'll see you soon"
And you promised to see me on the other seaboard
Where I was isolated from my heart and my life
Burdened with a family that knows not how to live.
Faith...
Three months, your faith did not last.
The poem rings in my mind:
God's in His Heaven; All's right with the world.
I would've waited, you see.
Perhaps- too much faith.
Abandoned at the moment I needed you-
I didn't ask for anything
but your faith of three months.
And that, it seems, it too much.
There are infomercials on TV now
They are filled with the fakeness I expected from people
but not you
You are (were? I do not know anymore) a brilliant light
I still love you, even though I have no reason to
You've been careless with another soul
And see nothing to concern you with
It's never what you think; it's always what the other thinks
that matters.
You were so worried that I didn't love you those months long ago
And now
Ah, irony...
You never ever gave me a chance.
And I gave you too many.

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When I called you in the morning
you were struggling for sense
you were journeying through memories so vicious you made all your dying wishes come true
but I know you’re gonna try
to live without love, by and by
but that’s not living, that’s just dying
going by...
going by...my love
Now that ship in the bottle
has got no place to sail
You see waves getting darker every hour
the stars have lost their power in the sky
but I know you’re gonna try
to live without love, by and by
but that’s not living
that’s just dying
going by...
going by...my love

[saracat]

1. Wonderful poem.

[NightTrain]

2. Been there, done that.

Last time it happened, I got a 110-page novella out of it.

[WindRavenX]

3. THREE FUCKING MONTHS

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK FOR?
I asked for NOTHING from him; I asked him for fucking patience.
My family has been shot to hell, and I needed the summer to make amends.
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT's LIKE.
someone shoot me. I cannot bare to think of never seeing him agan..

[NightTrain]

4. Aww, honey....

:hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug:

[WindRavenX]

7. Iv'e been throwing up and cring

not a good combo.
what afucker. he has the fuckin gall to say I didn't try hard enoggh to stay...
he admited that..we had no real reason to take a break for te summer...he jsut is needy..
and I;m unemployed...god, this is worst fuckign sumemr ever..

[NightTrain]

11. I'm unemployed, too.

Plus, my S.O. (who I met on DU) and I live 550 miles apart, and we've yet to meet! We're hoping to finally get together later this month, but she just got a new job and now may not be able to get the time off. Can you say, "frustrating as hell?"

[nickgutierrez]

6. Keep writing

For one, the poem was good.

For another, any time something crazy happens to me, the only way I can really deal with it is to take a notebook to the quietest, most peaceful area I can think of and just go stream of consciousness. It helps more often than not, but not always.

:hug:

[Betty The Younger]

5. Such heartache. Some heartache can't be healed by time.

My heart was ripped out once. I wrote a thousand love songs and sang them and they came back only to break what was broken, again. I raked ashes to find nothing. I found myself in a strange town in a strange church. The started singing a song:

Jesus, Jesus is His name
Sad hearts weep no more
He's healed the broken hearted
Opened prison doors
He can deliver ever more.

He did, I haven't been the same since. God is in the business of picking up the broken pieces of a life.

[WindRavenX]

8. oh it's ironic

I had SO MUCH FAITH in him and in the wonder of god...
faith has not been kind.

[WindRavenX]

9. awesome, another song

you're in my mind all of the time
I know
that's not enough
---
TRUTH

[Angelus]

10. That's one of my favorite songs.

U2 - Electrical Storm

[WindRavenX]

13. U2= God

or is it Bruce Springsteen=God?
Either way, electrical storm rawks.
uhg

[Angelus]

12. Breakups suck.

I've had quite a few of those. Sorry it didn't work out between you and your bf.

If there's anything you wanna talk about, I'm on AIM. :hug: :(

[NightTrain]

14. Here's my attempt to give WindRavenX a much-needed smile.

When I first became involved with my college radio station, each February my friend Lori and I went on the air with what we called an Anti-Valentine's Day show. We spent shift playing "bitter love songs." Some were funny, others were angry, still others were filled with agony, but they all contributed to our contention that Valentine's Day sucked, even if you were in a good relationship when it rolled around!

Here are some lyrics I remember from a record that Lori found in the station's library:

Loving you is like running with a fork in my mouth
down a rocky hill with no shoes on my feet.
Loving you is like driving with no brakes in my car
at 90 miles an hour down a dead-end alley.

[WindRavenX]

16. hahah

sorry, didn't smile.
But thanks for trying :)

[Angelus]

17. Man....Valentine's Day sucks.

I hate it.

[REP]

15. Passer Mortuus Est

Death devours all lovely things:
Lesbia with her sparrow
Share the darkness - presently;
Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation
And the little, petulant hand
Is an annotation.

After all, my erstworth dear,
My no longer cherised
Need we say it was not love
Just because it perished?

--Edna St Vincent Millay (from memory; any mistakes are mine)