When I too long have looked upon your face,

Wherein for me a brightness unobscured

Save by the mists of brightness has its place,

And terrible beauty not to be endured,

I turn away reluctant from your light,

And stand irresolute, a mind undone,

A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight

From having looked too long upon the sun.

Then is my daily life a narrow room

In which a little while, uncertainly,

Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,

Among familiar things grown strange to me

Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,

Till I become accustomed to the dark.

If I'd never met you,

I wouldn't feel the pain

Of losing your sweet love;

I wouldn't feel insane.

But if I'd never met you,

I wouldn't know the pleasure

Of ecstasy's warm gifts

And memories to treasure.

Now moving on with life,

I force a wistful grin,

Questioning what went wrong,

Wondering what might have been.

When no one seems to care,

You showed me that you are more than caring.

When all deserted me,

you were there to show me

that you will always be there for me.

For you, I promise to stand by you

You are worth every single word of adulation

And at all times, I will prove my love for you.

My love for you rides mountains,

So many ups and downs, emotions soar.

But one thing never changes,

My love for you, I cannot ignore.

There are days I feel this is too much,

And I don’t know what to do.

But let’s face it, who are we kidding,

I want nothing else but you!

you broke me in ways i didn't know i could be broken

you made me believe this was going to be forever

you left this pain,

pain i've never felt before

this is the worst pain in my life

i never thought it could get worse,

but here you were,

with that smile of yours and that voice of yours

made me fall in love with you

gave you my all

but all you did was pretend

why?

why did you do this to me?

what did i do to deserve this?

with you i believed everything was possible.

you made me believe

but you left me in the end,

like everyone else.

i'm back at square one,

with my faith destroyed and my trust fucked up

and all because of you.

I’m not going to apologize to you because that would be re-living a painful death; a death where I am buried alive. In truth, if I could have chosen between natural death and losing you, I would have chosen the former. I loved you. I loved you honestly and beautifully and sacrificially and painfully; I loved you till all I did was hurt. I loved you with every ounce of blood and skin and feeling I ever had. I loved you and you broke me.

You broke me like I had been a stranger to you. No, you broke me like I had been your enemy. Because strangers do not deserve being left out in the dark of night, the cold of day, the pouring rain, the blistering sun. And that’s what you did, you left me in all these states and all at once. I loved you and you broke me.

You broke me with such ease, like all we had and all I was, was a bad dream; a recurring nightmare in your otherwise perfect slumber. You broke me and I was no longer your nightingale, your source of strength, your reason for being; your soul, your body, your heart, your hope. Even though when you left, you were still mine. I loved you and you broke me.

You broke me and left me with scars and open wounds, with no remedies for my pain, no closure, no solace; you broke me and left me in nothingness, and without any respite. All that existed was an empty space in a room with no light; all my faith slipped through windows and doors. I became a stranger to my life and to my existence. I loved you and you broke me.

You broke me and I fixed myself. With papier-mâché and duct tape and anger and sadness and dark humor and one too many drinks and drugs that made me numb; and far too much sexual attention from men I knew were bad for me. But you broke me so you don’t get to judge me for any or all of this. I loved you and you broke me.

You broke me and I fixed myself woefully, terribly, imperfectly, but still the best ways I could in each passing moment; getting to and through the next moment was my only concern. And I did it. And I don’t know if I can say I wouldn’t do it all over again. So I’m not going to apologize to you. I loved you and you broke me.

You broke me but I fixed myself, and I am still alive. Breathing. Surviving. Healing. And waiting. Waiting for the day, the hour, the moment where I know that I will love you forever but also know for certain, that the brokenness you created has become something beautiful. And because of the beauty that comes with this kind of brokenness, I don’t need you to apologize to me either. But for now we can just leave at this: I loved you and you broke me.