I Learn To Be Strong

Words of prayers
come to my ears,
Telling me what I know in my heart,
But never wanted to hear.
With the truth finally said
and out in the open for me to plainly see,
I wonder why I can love so deeply
but never had that love returned back to me.
I confessed the feelings
that I held inside for so long,
But with his soft- hearted rejection,
I realize I have to be strong.
With tears that want to flow
from my eyes,
I feel that my heart,
along with my composure, slowly dies.
While this dramatic side is showing through
with my ability to question and reason,
I think I may have found
something in me that I can believe in.
Love hurts . . .
That's what they all say,
But I will love again
when all this pain and sorrow goes away.
So I sit and think of all the things
this situation has cost,
And I realize that nothing
very important has been lost.
Instead, a learning experience
has come from all this.
I've learned that hardly anything
is more important than my happiness.


Let's Make A Deal

You forgive me that I liked you too much,
And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough.

You forgive me for missing you so,
And I'll forgive you for being so cold.

You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,
And I'll forgive you for not hearing it.

You forgive me for playing your games,
And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.

You forgive me for helping you when you told me your life was spoiled,
And I'll forgive you for killing mine.

You forgive me for raising you up so high,
And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.

You forgive me for wanting to be with you,
And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.

You forgive me for being so pathetic,
And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.

You forgive me for not being able to let go,
And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.

You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,
And I'll forgive you for crushing them.

Forgiveness brings inner peace.
Do we have a deal?


My little poem to you

Today, I say
If we must be part,
Then let it be like this
Not heart on heart
Words are so weak
When love has been so strong
My Broken heart will never healed
It will haunt me for a lifetime,
Even if I meet someone else.
My past will teach me lessons
That will make me more aware
Moreover, more human.
Then tell me,
Why do I feel so hurt?
Knowing it can only get better


Wounded... Broken Heart

Why My Heart :
You where my all the one I adored, The one who I trusted the most in the world. I gave you the pureist of me You asked me to trust you. See my love was real i guess yours was fake because i would have never lied to you or pushed you away. You have no idea how much I have cried asking God why my heart, why did you brake me in half this pain that consumes me and won't let me think . My heart had never felt such pain yet the one who asked me to trust caused this enourmous hurt and disappointment and yes shame. Don't worry about saying sorry or you wish me the best what goes around comes around and that is what i have to say about that. Adios Mi Amor My Bay this Love is the One you let slip away. Don't think that I will cry forever I love myself too much But yes know this you hurt me soooo  much. One day the only one you gave away will be the one your wishing for. Why my heart????....

You knock on the door & seems so sincere. Slowly convinving me to open the
door. Eventually I allowed you into take a sit. You did not stay long,
disappearing as sudden as u've appear.
Anger emerge from this sudden emptiness. You got me adapted to your
companionship only to pick up & leave.
I opened the door, allowing myself to be vulnerable, believing that you'll
protect me & shelter me from reality, but instead, the one that I entrusted
my heart & soul was the one that hurt me most.


My Broken Heart

I will never forget the days we once had
The days when you were everything to me
My mind used to tell me we'd be together forever
But now I realize that was all a big dream
The feelings I had for you are now going away
I wish I could take back that one regretful day
The day when I willingly let you slide from my arms
For you to go to another arm
Never did I think of the astonishing pain of regrets
That I would once have to live through
The sight of you in someone else's arms
Makes my heart shatter into a million pieces
I sometimes wonder if you still think of me
Or if to you, I'm just a face in the crowd
I wish so very much that one day i can have it all back
But for now, I'll sit here silently
Remembering all the memories we once shared
Everyday my anger grows much stronger
Hoping that one day you will ask for forgiveness
Not for you to come back, but just to have my closure
And put back the pieces of my broken heart.


Healing a Broken Heart – Is there hope?

Is there hope for healing a broken heart?

Something or someone has just broken my heart. I was caught off-guard by a betrayal, a shocking behavior, or loss of a loved one. Suddenly I am feeling like I have lost all hope . . . i can feel a physical aching in my chest that leaves me wounded and scarred. How can i ever hope to recover or discover what steps will end this suffering?

We all know that emotions are a vital part of the way we are made. Yet we can’t understand why it takes so long to heal from emotional injuries. We would never prematurely remove a cast or sutures until the broken bone or skin was fully restored. We must realize complete emotional healing requires time. The book of Psalms offers great comfort when experiencing long-term emotions like sadness, fear, and grief. “He heals the brokenhearted, binding up their wounds

Healing a Broken Heart – The key is trust

Our human tendency is to avoid painful situations, even burying them. Can we ever trust those who hurt us so deeply?

There are steps to healing a broken heart.




There is a reason

Read this, I really liked it….

Once there was a young man who proclaimed to have the most beautiful, flawless heart. An old man challenged him. The crowd looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars. Some pieces had been removed and others had been put in, but didn’t fit quite right. The old man looked at the young man, “I would never trade my heart for yours. Every scar represents a person I’ve given my love -- I tear out a piece and give it to them. Sometimes they give me a piece of their broken heart, which I fit along jagged edges. When the person doesn’t return my love, a painful gouge is left. Those gouges stay open, reminding me that I love these people too. Perhaps someday they will return and fill that space.”

We would never choose to have a broken heart! The agony and recovery time is just too unbearable. There is Someone, however, who had a flawless heart and chose to have it broken. Medically when a heart ruptures (breaks) water gushes out .