Healing Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

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.

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

His words were a balm to her soul; a reminder of her strength and resilience. His voice dropped to a whisper as he continued, "what's broken can be mended. What hurts can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, the sun is going to rise again." "Rosie, I can't feel your pain, but I understand it's difficult to forget. But all you have to do is take your mind off their existence," he said. "Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy…"

Then he cupped his hands over her cheek. "I trust you with my heart Tan," she finally spoke, "it has always been yours and no one can take your place in my heart." "My heart beats for you. You are my first and only priority Gabby and I don't want to spend another day, not a single moment, without you." he whispered. His lips grazed hers and then the tears she had let slip. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she chanted. "Forever?" "Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

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

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.”

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

Being fine is something I haven’t felt for years but I guess it’s normal because it only happens to the people whose hearts are healed. A broken heart can never be fine, not even when it’s surging for health. So no, I am not fine and I might never be fine.