Heal A Broken Heart Poem Novels & Stories

And where he probably is now. I shift to the next page. "Like a punch to a mirror, my heart is shattered. Betrayed and stabbed in the back, it was merely deceit. I am a broken man who can never be fixed. I showed him what it means to be loved, and he showed me why he had never had it."

I ran out of school to the parking space, I walked so fast and with my eyes still glued to the message My eyes blacked out for like 10 seconds, I was on the floor, there was a bike was in front of me, with a male figure whose voice sounded familiar carrying me up. Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, he said It's okay, I responded, I looked at him from head to toe, with his baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt, messy hair and braces, I took his hands off me, took my phone and walked away As soon as I got to my car, I noticed the bruise on my knee, in frustration I began to hit my car with my hands. Then it clicked. How do I get hit immediately after someone sent a message

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

I knew, like with everything else, she'd tell me more when she was ready. She nodded happily, her curls bouncing around her face. “Yes!” Her face dropped a little. “They've tried so many times but nothing works. But it's not really a case of mental health with Dad, it's more a case of a broken heart. You can't cure a broken heart with anything but the love that broke it in the first place. He'll always be a little broken, I think.” “Hey.” I leaned round her and placed the coffee down, propping myself up on my elbow. “It's okay to be a little broken, Sandra. Your Dad is a little broken for your mom but is a lot whole for you.”

"In the silence of the night, her heart was wounded, An invisible wound, yet so deep. She loved with all her heart, But her love was betrayed and abandoned. The woman cried in the corner of her room, Remembering the good times that once were. Her smile that was once so bright, Now faded, replaced by sadness. She felt like a wilted flower, abandoned by the sun that once warmed her. Every smile she used to give, Now feels like a burden that doesn't mean much. But she persevered, despite her broken heart, Seeking the strength to rise again. She knows that love doesn't always last, But she still hopes for a miracle. The woman's heart is broken, but strong, She gathers the pieces of her heart. Ma

Chapter 7 Cleo Nothing hurts more than a broken heart . A broken heart that has not healed properly is like a scar that hasn't healed properly . On the surface everything looks standard; however when you go deeper you are still blue and black from the blow that you sufferd at the hands of the one who swore love , protection, and stability. If dealt with sooner the scar can heal if not it can rott and cause major problems. Imagine baking a cake that flops. Proper healing happens from the inside out. When you nurse your broken heart too long thinking that you're okay you end up discovering that the damage is worse than initially thought and its somehow spread to your soul. So not only are you

And filled with love. I broke down in sobs of realization.

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

When we were about to reach the hall, he turned back at me and said, "Remeber your father's words and you'll be okay. Everyone inside the hall care for you. They are there for you, they are your people, they are with you. Now come on, make yourself strong." ........................................................... Only a broken heart can understand the other broken heart and has that power to heal the other.