Healing Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

During a backstage interview afterward, a reporter asked, "Why did you choose this particular piece?" I smiled gently and answered quietly, "'The Farewell Waltz' is the music through which I first encountered love and now it's the piece that helps me say goodbye. "Playing it reminds me of past happiness, but it also lets me fully move on. Life is full of goodbyes, but not all goodbyes mean regret. Sometimes they mark a new beginning." When I returned home, life became busy and fulfilling again, fully occupied with music and performances. Perhaps I'd truly let go. I rarely thought about Evan anymore. It was as if he'd become merely a spectator in a chapter of my past.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

I was in the bathroom in my apartment, water cascading over me, when those words resurfaced. "If I were to say it in plain English, I can't stop thinking about you. But in the realm of poetry, I would say that since we met, I couldn't focus all day at work in your absence. Finding the right words to express my love for you is a challenge, for whenever we're alone, my mind seems to cease functioning. Everyone here knows me well, and for quite some time, I had fallen out of love. It seemed impossible for me to feel that way again, despite the presence of beautiful women. My heart had closed indefinitely, as if the goddess of love had journeyed far away. But on that first day I laid eyes on you

The perfect color for a broken heart. I sat down on the ground and rested my head against the tree, the rough bark pressing against my back. The wind softly rustled the leaves above, providing a small sense of comfort amidst the turmoil inside me. I tilted my head up, gazing at the sky, searching for any sign of the Moon Goddess. Was she watching me? Was she satisfied with how things turned out? Had she given me mates only to watch them break me over and over again? The questions weighed heavily on my heart, and I shut my eyes as tears flowed freely down my cheeks. Every sob felt like another piece of my heart being torn away. I was tired of hurting, tired of being the fool who believed in l

The audience gets quiet, waiting to hear what I’m going to say. “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.” Unapologetically Me By Lotta Patterson © 2021 You tried to break me, But I’m unbreakable. You tried to shake me,

I am trying really hard to bridle my temper right now and believe me, it is taking every ounce of myself control. I just want to pounce on his neck and choke the life out of him. I am so fucking tempted and I am afraid if I turn to look at him I won't have it in me to stop. Where in hell did he get the audacity to show up in my hotel room even after the pain that he has caused me? Not that it would have changed anything, but he should have at least given me time to heal. The wound is still fresh and so fucking painful. How do you even heal from this? How do you heal from a broken heart, a heart that is shattered into bitsy microscopic pieces?

His heart was set in stone, he will have her again, one way or another. She was standing in front of his mended heart, his journey had come into full circle. It was exactly like he had imagined it. The person who broke his heart into a million pieces was there to witness what has came out of it. She was his love, his muse, his executioner, his savior, and all the universe had conspire to bring him back to the one that will be the gold that fills the cracks of his broken heart.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

The city looked the same with cars honking, people rushing, life moving forward but inside me it felt like the entire world had tilted off balance and refused to set itself right again. If I had to put a word to the silent shattering of my heart, the aching tug that pulled at my chest with every step, it would be heartbreak. Unfortunately, it’s not the kind people write poems about or heal from with tubs of ice cream. No, this feels like heartbreak laced with poison, like I willingly swallowed something fatal because I knew it was going to hurt, because deep down I knew I was the cause of my own ruin. The words Grant spat at me last night won’t stop replaying in my head. They circle endlessl

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.