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Breakup Poems Quotes

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“He was my sweetest fantasy and my bitter reality.”
Luffina Lourduraj

Kamand Kojouri
“I should’ve probably warned you:
once you end a relationship with an artist,
you are perpetually reminded of them.
They have now ruined classical music and jazz for you.
They have ruined books and poetry.
You should just forget about galleries and museums.
But you know what the worst part is?
It’s how they witnessed and observed you,
making you feel like the only person in the room.
And you secretly loved being looked at,
being worshipped.
So now you avoid mirrors.
Because when you look at yourself,
you remember me.”
Kamand Kojouri

“You cannot make someone love you.
You cannot make yourself love someone.
You cannot choose whom to love.
You cannot stop yourself from loving.
But,
You can learn to love yourself;
You can grow in acceptance;
You can choose whom you see, and you can gradually let go.”
Darlene Lancer

Eric Overby
“My ears filled with sounds
Of the paddling of canoes
My feet filled with the dampness
Of the early morning dew
My eyes filled with the road ahead
And all that comes into view
My minds filled with thoughts
That remind me of you”
Eric Overby, February Rain: Lyrics of a Lonely Traveler

Jyoti Patel
“Breakups are painful, tough and never easy.

From (The Awakening)”
Jyoti Patel

“I may not seem the ideal person in your eyes, but I was your compass when you needed a direction.

I may not be your favourite memory, but one special flashback will always remind you of me.

I may no longer fit into your plan, but I am glad I was one of the ideas that helped rewrite your story.

I may not be the lamp you need in your foggy days, but the gleam I left in you will shine through the ages.

I may not have the courage to tell you it's over between us, but goodbyes are not my strongest words.

We may not want to keep in touch again, but I pray our paths lead us to our desired destinations.”
Eduvie Donald

Vironika Wilde
“We both knew
something wasn't quite right,
but we clung on,
used each other like cigarettes:
casual, habitual, slow death.

Why?”
Vironika Wilde