Healing A Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

He had never thought loving her could be this frustrating. A heart breaks, and time stopped. How could he heal his broken heart, when the bleeding doesn’t stop? When she was the one who was holding onto that knife that stabs into his heart, shattering his heart into pieces.

You made me realize that what happiness means. You're a drug but yet so pure. You're the only one who can keep me sane. Forgive me, if I will never be able to say 'I love you' back but believe me that my heart will always beat for you. I know no one will ever be able to love me as much as you do because no one can have such a courageous heart to heal the broken soul. You fixed my heart, you healed my soul, you' brought ecstasy to me. What else I can wish for when you are everything for me?

“Someone broke your heart.” I smiled wistfully. “I guess I could say so, but it’s not the same situation as yours. I think everyone of us has had our hearts broken in some way.” “That doesn’t make feel better, but thank you.” She said, eyes fully focused on me. I hadn’t realized we had both faced each other until now. “Healing takes time.” I said, laughing. “We just don’t have to be hard on ourselves.” “I guess you’re right.” She smiled.

She sniffed. "You broke my heart, not only broke but you just crushed my heart under your heel. Now it's beyond repair. If you try to fix it, even then many scars will be left on it and one can't heal the scars. They always remain there to make one remember the reason behind them." "But on an honest note, I don't even wanna mend or fix it now. I had loved you, only you."

His eyes would always shine bright and sparkle under the light yet today, it was dull and dark. I slowly smiled. “Please r-release me…” If this would go on, we would only hurt ourselves. We need to heal and assemble our broken hearts again------apart.

“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

I said with a laced of bitterness. He lowered his head and gently caressed my wet cheek, so I opened my mouth to let in a small breath as tears welled in my eyes. “How can I heal your broken heart if the cause is wasn’t me?” he whispered.

But you stayed patient, standing there, Gentle hands and steady care. No grand games, no cruel dare, Just quiet truth laid soft and bare. And now your voice lives everywhere— Inside my thoughts, beneath my stare. One forehead kiss, and I swear, The world felt lighter than despair. Maybe healing starts somewhere Between being chosen and being aware That love was never meant to tear— It was always meant to meet me there.

but he had refused to listen, even a goodbye, he had refused to listen. Finally, this hurricane love torn them apart, leaving them empty souls and broken hearts. That night, Sarah wrote her last poem. '' I look at you, but you're getting further away. I beg, I kneel but you're getting further. Even my broken heart knows so without breathing a single word. I only look at you, who is so eagerly leaving. Breaking again, mourning again, my love who I loved like my own life. I try to calm my heart and hold it, but my heart is crying again.

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more