Romans & histoires Healing Poem For A Broken Heart

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

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

I ran out of school to the parking space, I walked so fast and with my eyes still glued to the message My eyes blacked out for like 10 seconds, I was on the floor, there was a bike was in front of me, with a male figure whose voice sounded familiar carrying me up. Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, he said It's okay, I responded, I looked at him from head to toe, with his baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt, messy hair and braces, I took his hands off me, took my phone and walked away As soon as I got to my car, I noticed the bruise on my knee, in frustration I began to hit my car with my hands. Then it clicked. How do I get hit immediately after someone sent a message

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.

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

he mumbled under his breath. He got way too much time to be this hurt, and it's getting worse. What could I do with his broken heart? Everything was dark. Could I help him hold on for another night? "Destructions aren't the best cure to our broken hearts. It's the progress, Caius. Overtime, it'll heal. You have me, Caius. I'll be with you throughout the process."

It felt like that as he was hugging. “There is something I should make clear to you” he said. “And what is that?,” I asked him, and he got closer, and I could hear his breathing. “You can break my heart over and over again. You can walk all over it, cut it into a million pieces. But just know that when it heals, it will always beat for you and no one but you,” he said. He then let go, I turned and looked at him and I could tell he meant every word.

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.

There are only so many times you can break this heart - one day it'll heal all wrong, heal with you on the outside. Only a lover such as you can cause pain as deep as this. Only one all the way inside a heart can shatter it with just a few words. Worst part is - you know that, don't you? You love me, you need me, you destroy me... then the music starts all over again.