In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.
the falling apart
is always so quick.
the putting back together
is always too long.
Heartbreak is an altogether different thing. Disappointment doesn’t grow into heartbreak, nor does failure…It comes form the loss of love or the perceived loss of love…Heartbreak is what happens when love is lost.
A broken heart is probably tougher the second time around but just remember those pieces will come together again. The hurt and pain will fade. You will then remember how strong you are. You will thank a broken heart someday, remember that.
I won’t be mad at you because you gave me something no one else has: the ability to live even when I thought I was dead.
The guilt fell upon him like a hammer to a nail. He dropped onto his bed, grabbing the picture frame that sat next to it. I’m sorry were the words that repeatedly came out of his mouth. All he could think was, how could he do that to her? To the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with. His stomach hurt just from thinking about it.
And the next time I reach for my pen,
it won’t be to write about you again.
The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,
and I will get drunk on the colors of the sky
instead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers’ lips.
There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.
we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, ” her, print her, she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!