Heartache Poems Novels & Stories

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

God knew I hated the fact that I put the sadness, the hurt there He jerked his head and with a quiet“ see you later” he walked away. ‘Would you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Would you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? …… I know you will, I know you will, I know…..that you will’ This song continued in the background and Wilson walked away I was a fool a coward…..a….God! I am so sure Wilson didn't know the reason for the abrupt change that happened that night between Russell and I

I feel like every part of my body is aching and there is nothing I can do about it. I wish I can just turn it off even if it's for a single day. I just want to go through today without the pain, the aches. My head is aching terribly and I can feel it spinning. And I have a heartache that won't go away. Like someone just stabbed my heart with a dagger, it feels like a blade is been twisted inside my broken heart. I am bleeding, and I have thousands of emotions surging through me. I feel like a thousand bricks are falling all around me, crushing me, suffocating me, killing me.

She started out by saying, “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 try 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.”

"You know Lindsay, I hate my fate, I hate being found with him, I hate all the memories of him!" I screamed while hitting my chest which hurt inside, it would never heal. "If he had never been nice to me, there would never have been any sweet memories between us. He, he was a cheater, he was mean, mean to me." I cried like a hungry puppy, suffering, tormented by this feeling of uncertainty in my heart. I want to make it shatter into puzzle pieces that no longer have a shape, like my heart is currently broken, scattered everywhere. "Leah—" Lindsay pulled me into her arms. Stroking my hair gently. This feeling of love and heartache is like the poison that attacks my body slowly, weakly, and he

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

The sudden warmth of her coat had her gaze shoot up, her heart still hoping for it to be Alessio, but deflated when she saw it was just her parents and brothers looking at her in concern. "Mom-" She choked out like a little girl who had gotten hurt, reaching out for her mother as she kneeled on the pavement, pulling her daughter close as Serafina cried into her shoulder. The heartache could be described as a wolf eating at her chest, tearing its way to the fragile organ. Threatening to devour her, eat her whole and leave nothing but scraps behind. Or Serafina could describe her heartache as a glove of ice, encasing her heart like a cage keeps a tropical bird. Her heart longed to fly again, t

I guess heartache could really make a poet of us all… Dear J, I don't wanna be a poet So get your ass back home to me Now. T. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

My voice is a whisper, lost in the wind. The pain twists tighter, a promise burning in my heart. My knees buckle, sinking into the snow, the cold biting through my dress, but nothing compared to the ache clawing at my chest. “I’m so sorry for everything. Oh, Dad,” the tears spill, hot and relentless. The cold ground bites into my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The scent of marigolds is sweet and sharp. It fills my nose, mingling with the salt of my tears.