Healing Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

Chapter 12: Nothing heals a broken heart Sage I’ve never considered this, but there must be millions of people in the world who are going through heartbreak. Yet, the world doesn’t stop for them. No, the world just keeps spinning. The brokenhearted still have to get up in the morning to go to work and pay their bills.

“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

'You need a wholesome Luna, not one that is as broken I am', I told him gently. 'What good is a wholesome Luna if my heart remains elsewhere?' he asked, his heart in his eyes. 'You are the one I want and though you feel heartbroken, you are wholesome to me!' he declared, and came to sit beside me, holding my hands. 'And if you are really broken, I shall piece you together and mend you with my love!'

I had been hurt too many times before. “Fuck it. I don’t want anything from you,you’ve done enough” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. But I couldn't help it: I was no damsel who needed some guy to come running and fix everything. Not a strange idiot who had literally run me over with his car. "You're just a guy who accidentally ran me over: you don't get to be the hero here. I'm not your damsel in distress, Nathan." His lips twist into a smile - a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "You're something worse than a damsel in distress."

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

My mind raced as I struggled to find the right words to comfort Hollis. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the rawness of his emotions laid bare before me. At that moment, I knew that I needed to find a way to heal his broken heart and show him that he was deserving of love and happiness. But how could I possibly do that when I am broken myself?

She was supposed to have loved me, not break my heart six days before deployment. They say that a broken heart can heal just as a broken arm or leg. Well, am I not then the opposite of that? My legs are still broken, and so shall my heart remain. She gave me so much happiness; who knew that she could give me just as much pain. Even though my heart is bleeding out, I shall not show her a single tear.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

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.