Healing Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

"How do you heal a broken heart, Darvin?" "I don’t know. The day Dad took his life was the first time my heart was totally broken. And I couldn’t heal it until now. And then it just keeps breaking over and over again over the years. Maybe it is different from what you have. But at the end of the day, it still gave us pain. But I know you can handle it better than I can. We will take it one day at a time. And I’m sure one day, you’ll just wake up, and your heart’s not broken anymore."

"Let's get crazy drunk tonight." They said the best remedy to ease a broken heart is through intoxication. Though this heart of mine had been torn, ripped, prodded and shredded to deformed fragments before, today, it was non-existent. Eff my life.

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

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?

“I can swear your mother and I raised you better.” Usually I would have gone off about how he didn't raise me and had no permission to use such words around me instead I cleared my throat and said. “Hello Dad.” “How do you feel?” I looked down at my legs in cast and the bag of intravenous drip above my bed. “I feel injured.” He exhaled and muttered something beneath his breath. We both fell silent. Neither of us saying a word even though the weight of our unsaid words hung low below the ceiling.

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

"My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..." She halted her step toward me immediately and then gently helped Adrian to his feet. "Don't worry; we'll head to the hospital right away." As they left, Adrian glanced back, a fleeting smirk of triumph in his eyes. ... At the emergency room, as the doctor stitched my wound, I coincidentally ran into Sophia, who was helping Adrian out of an examination room. Perhaps feeling a hint of guilt, she approached the doctor to ask about my condition. "Is he seriously hurt?"

I still believe That we were meant to happen Even if it weren’t meant to be I think love still can be beautiful Even if you have sift through The pain of a bitter ending To get to sweeter memories I’m glad your path crossed with mine And that once upon a time, We looked at one another Like our eyes held the answer To everything Its going to take me Some time to heal, but I know that what we had was real We changed each other’s hearts And you left an imprint on my soul Despite all that lies between us now I hope that you know That a part of me Will always be Holding you Poems were a way that I expressed my soul and vulnerability. * * *

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.