Dark Poems Of Love Novels & Stories

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start

"And when the sun rises, we will still be here, our love like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes of doubt." As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, they didn't stop. They danced on, their love a burning torch against the fading darkness, a promise whispered on the wind. They were Davien and Hera, Alpha and Beta, lovers against the world, and their dance was a defiant ode to their forbidden love, a love that would defy even the moonlit whispers of fate.

"No one has ever made you feel the way I make you feel. No one ever will. I've made sure of that. I've made sure that every time someone touches you, you'll compare them to me. Every time someone kisses you, you'll wish it was my mouth. Every time someone tries to love you, you'll know in your heart that they can never love you the way I love you." He said it. He said the word. Love. He wasn't talking about sweet love or gentle love or the kind of love that filled poetry books and romance movies. He was talking about dark love. Obsessive love. The kind of love that consumed everything in its path and left nothing behind. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

She asked her, and she got silent thinking about all the moments she has spent with him. Most people will tell you that there is nothing like love-shove. “Just a few months of drama, and then you just cry,” they will tell you with no sense of sadness. But is it really true? Do they really believe that love does not exist? Here is the harsh reality. We all know that love is the most beautiful emotion. We all know that nothing touches your soul like true love. But when you don’t get that real love, we become bitter about it in our subconscious. I am not calling people liars or fake. No. They are just burning from what they thought was love. And those flames of regret, those flames make them bi

" By the way,if you think about it,love is overrated anyway" "Overrated" Aurora screamed. " My heart is bleeding from hearing such blasphemy" She said, clutching her heart as though she was injured. Alexandra bursted into a fit of laughter at Aurora's reaction. "Please stop, you're making me tear up," She said. "Let's be real, just because you have a loving relationship doesn't mean it will be the same for others. Love can be really messy sometimes. Take my parents relationship for an example" Aurora turned towards Alexandra, taking her hands in hers. "I get how you feel but don't let your parents life determine yours." She said in a serious voice. " You're really missing out on all the roma

“You think you can ruin my life and then sit here and talk about want, like it will erase everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me. You poisoned your friend’s food.” Luca leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ruin your life?” he echoed, his tone soft, almost incredulous. “Kiara, everything I’ve done—every single thing—was for us. For you. Because I love you.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “Love? You don’t even know what that word means. Manipulation, lies, poison—that’s what you call love?”

Granted, the unfortunate truth of the large amount of those significant others who would not remain faithful was horrendously heartbreaking, but the true loves always waited. They found their one; their person. They would wait until the world ended if they had to, to be together again. That was the best kind of love. Juliet wanted that kind of love more than anything in the world. If it wasn't his job, it had to be something else. He looked and sounded normal. She immediately worried that it was something that she wasn't able to see, something behind closed doors that deterred women. Was it a fetish that she was going to have to live with?

Lydia, my usual, stood up and made her way over, she was a pretty brunette, although dull compared to my fiery red goddess. “Damien, no room this time? Or are you feeling adventurous to do it in front of everyone?” she looked hopeful. I smiled, “Sorry love, just the blood tonight.” Her face visible dropped, “Did you find a new lover?” “Lydia, you know I have many lovers,” I reminded her, granted at this time, I wanted none of them, they never felt like anything either, just a way to satisfy a need. I only ever took a willing partner though.