Heartbeat: So Long My Loveless Romance

we share the same principle.. at the age of 34, I am still “intact” 🙂

The Fickle Heartbeat

So long my loveless romance.

Shared by Veronica.

So long my loveless romance,
I guess I’ll throw away the flowers he never gave me.
I suppose I’ll burn the pictures we never took together.
I’ll probably spend numerous sleepless nights thinking of all the kind things he never said to me.
I’ll try to forget the way he didn’t fight for me, try to deny that I was never the only one.

The hookup culture has never really appealed to me but when someone so compatible to myself came alone I figured I’d give him a chance. I knew he was only looking for fun, I knew he didn’t want to commit to me or be my boyfriend, but I went with it anyways. The second time we went out together I told him before we even finalized plans that I wasn’t going to hook up with him, and he said that was fine…

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Giving Up or Moving On?

thank you for this 😉

The Fickle Heartbeat

Giving Up or Moving On

Shared by An Over-thinker Secret Romantic.

After seeing several friends of mine (and myself included) hitting the stage of not knowing whether to keep trying or just calling it quits with another person (not just significant others) I decided to write an open letter for those who currently find themselves at that point and don’t know what to do anymore. Once again I am not an expert and I don’t have all the answers, so just consider this a personal opinion as well as a comforting note that could help you make a decision on what the next step should be:

Let’s face it; many of us have been there: that awkward and exhausting stage where things just aren’t the same with that person. Boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend, you name it, things just aren’t working. So you try your best to look back and find the point where…

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Beyond Forgetting by Rolando A. Carbonell

-well I don’t know what’s been up to me lately. I have been reading poems (take note, saddest poems suggested by most of the bloggers) and I seemed to be loving it! Blog hopping, a new found hobby? Think so 😛

For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I
thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me. How wrong I was!

For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life
itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me—of my
dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks
I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me
of you.

Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love
song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the
deepening shadows?

I have wanted to be alone.
I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song…And
yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely,
the once happy world such as ours?

I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be
sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose
the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.

I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my
restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness
of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even
darkness without you?

You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But
silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. How could I essay the
intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps,
you didn’t understand…

Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not
be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the
silence is understood….until you come to me again.

For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming
ecstasy. You alone…

tonight I can write the saddest lines

So I want to keep myself busy reading break up, letting go and moving on blogs and saw this one…I am not being sentimental but this sadly breaks my heart…oh how tired I am of crying myself to sleep. Tears are my lullaby…see how pathetically shit am I?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write for example, ‘The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

– Pablo Neruda

I can make it through the rain…(mariah carey)

When you get caught in the rain
With no where to run
When you are distraught and in pain
Without anyone,
When you keep crying out to be saved
But nobody comes
And you feel so far away
That you just can’t find your way home
You can get there alone it’s okay
once you say.

I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again
On my own and I know
That I’m strong enough to mend
And every time I feel afraid
I hold tighter to my faith
And I live one more day
And I make it through the rain.

And if you keep falling down
Don’t you dare give in
You will arise safe and sound
So keep pressing on steadfastly
And you’ll find what you’ll need to prevail
Once you say.

I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again
On my own and I know
That I’m strong enough to mend
And every time I feel afraid
I hold tighter to my faith
And I live one more day
And I make it through the rain.

And when the wind blows
And shadows grow close
Don’t be afraid
There’s nothing you can’t face
And should they tell you
You’ll never pull through
Don’t hesitate, stand tall and say

I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again
On my own and I know
That I’m strong enough to mend
And every time I feel afraid
I hold tighter to my faith
And I live one more day
And I make it through the rain
I can make it through the rain
And stand up once again
And I’ll live one more day and I
I can make it through the rain
Oh yes you can
Oh your gonna make it through the
Rain

 

Advice 2.0

telling myself…

Captured craps

If you feel like crying because your heart is breaking, go ahead. Cry your heart out. Today, tomorrow, next week, cry until you get tired of crying. Cry until you feel a little okay. Don’t keep it all to yourself, just let the tears out, let them go. Don’t you ever think that you’re weak because you’re crying, it only means that you’re a human being who has feelings and emotions.

They say that rebound is one of the best things to get over with your ex. But I totally disagree with that. Don’t look for someone and make him/her a rebound. Especially if you’re still in love with your ex. Not only you’ll hurt him/her but you’ll also hurt yourself. You’re cheating on yourself because you know, deep within you, you don’t want to be with that person then you’ll feel guilty because I’m sure that you would only…

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