Break Ups

adult alone anxious black and white
Photo by Kat Jayne on

They make us more poetic.  Don’t they?  I will share with you what I wrote after one of my breakups.  It lasted two years and ended in the year 2000.  I don’t regret that relationship because it was awesome while it lasted.  It helped me grow as a woman, as a doctor and as an individual.

I’ll always remember that windy day in November when you said you’ll love me forever.  Said you’ll leave me never.

Yet, here it is now May and I’m alone cause you went away.  What did those words actually mean?  I was fooled because they were so serene.

I miss you so much.  I long for your touch. The way you used to kiss my lips…………The way you pressed yourself against my hips……….

Every night was filled with so much passion. Your love never felt rationed. You used to hold me ever so tightly in embrace. Your memory I can’t seem to erase. You are deeply engraved in the confines of my heart.  Why did you choose to depart?

Was our love not real?  All my love, did you not feel?  I don’t care if you see me cry!  Damn you for saying goodbye!  

If you are going through a break up at this moment don’t let anger and sadness take over your heart and soul.  Use the pain to write awesome short stories and poetry.  You will be amazed with your own written words and it is also therapeutic. Go ahead and give it a try.  Let me know how it goes.  Namaste.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Signing off
Guady G

12 thoughts on “Break Ups

  1. I had stopped to for a bit too but you inspired me to restart since you were posting almost daily. May my comments find you well. Namaste. Don’t ever give up on your dreams.


          1. well, you indeed are beautiful, love. nothing funny about it. and the picture is a few years old. it has been there and will be 🙂

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