Carry On

• by Nathan Gouveia
• 4 months ago

I recently broke up with my girlfriend because she kissed her best friend's brother. The worse part is I had to find out from him, the guy she kissed. I confronted her about this and she lied straight to my face until I showed her the messages between me and her best friend who had also felt betrayed. When she realized there wasn't any point in lying she started saying really hurtful stuff that only she knew would hit certain spots and when I told her I was breaking up with her she begged me to stay and started talking about how she only wanted me and she would stop talking to him from now on. This poem was very relatable to the conversation I had with her when we broke up and brought back so many old emotions. It was written amazingly though and I loved it.

• by Ethan Frost
• 5 years ago

My ex broke up with me on the same day I said he was mine and he said, "Yes, forever." I didn't find out till 3 days later. My heart was broken and I felt shattered. I wanted the cry and scream my heart out. It seemed like he didn't care until he told me the reason. I'm still broken and shattered, and I wish we didn't have to be apart.

• by Keegan Clark
• 6 years ago

It all started at the end of summer. She was sad, and I was angry at the things she was sad about. I wanted to make her happy. I can't normally stand to see people sad. So after a long week of considering my feelings, I told her. I told her I would never regret it. I was happy, but I was feeling doubtful in this relationship. I didn't feel trapped, but I felt... unwanted. I felt too free to do what I wanted. I gave my all to show her I loved her. My grades dropped dramatically from all the time I was wasting talking to her, texting her, and waiting for her. She was my number one priority, and I tried my best to keep her happy. One day, somebody came to me with a serious problematic self-hate. Something had happened, and since she had been rejected by somebody, I came to her aide to try to help. She wasn't happy about this. In fact, she was angry. She broke up with me. Then came the fight, and I never will forget how much I hate her. Hating her was a part of moving on I realized.

• by Arun S. Raj, BANGALORE, KARNATAKA, INDIA
• 8 years ago

If life is a game, we must be enough of a sport to accept the results. We may win some we may lose some. Not getting disheartened when we lose is the next step towards better results. Optimistic writing. Liked it.