Heartache Poems Novels & Stories

she cried I couldn't say anything, I wanted to call her out so much, watching her look for me so helplessly breaks my heart. I wore a smile on my face, I can't believe she just did that, she's one heck of a woman, that's my young lady. I black out. Peace My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.

The promises made, whispered in moments of tender vulnerability, now seemed so far away, fading like the echoes of a forgotten melody. A sob escaped my lips as I clutched the letter to my chest, my heartache consuming me. Each word etched into my soul, a vivid reminder of the love we once held. The letter became soaked with my tears, smearing the ink and making the words blur. I wiped my eyes furiously, as if physically trying to erase the pain etched into my being.

His chest was filled with pain. He quickly took out the medicine he had prepared and drank it with the water. Lauren really wanted to kick the door open. but she turned around and left in a huff. and she went to find Daphne . ... ..... .... Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting Don’t leave now that you’re here— Stay. So the world may become like itself again: so the sky may by the sky, the road a road,and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine

I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos. "I'm sorry but I couldn't get what you mean. I don't know what you are saying, kid. go home!" She said and to get her interest I recited the poem in front of her. "My love he was gone, But my heart still belongs to him, And he was my only happiness. He was somewhere in another world now, But my heart still hears his heart, I could feel every beat of it, And it was a pain, For our souls belongs to a different world!" I spoke loud and clear as I tried to examine her again, she was tight-lipped and began to burst out tears, unexpectedly.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

It had been months since she departed, but the pain of her absence lingered like an unbearable weight upon my soul. Tears streamed down my face, intermixing with the dust of grief that had settled within the creases of my tired cheeks. The words spilled from my lips in a hushed whisper, as if afraid that the world might hear the desperate ache of my shattered heart. "Oh, Athara," I began, my voice torn between longing and agony. "Your absence is a void that cannot be filled. You were the beating heart of this home, the brilliant ray of sunshine that brightens even the darkest of days."

I tried to explain further but He obviously wasn't ready for any explanations. I felt my heart rip into pieces, he didn't want to hear anything from me, how could he act this way to me? And how could he accuse me of such grave crimes?I was sobbing right now and my mascara mixed with my tears making me look like a witch from a horror movie. "You are a lying bitch! What do you think you're doing? Crying? Trying to make the world pity you? "He yelled at me and immediately I stopped crying and was stunned.

That was the letter that Yoel had written when he was 13 years old. "Mr. and Mrs. Allen left us suddenly, and I have to take good care of Felicity. I can't make her cry in sadness ever again." At the end of the letter was a sentence that was written recently. "I didn't expect to be the one who had hurt you the most. I'm sorry. I love you." Suddenly, someone passed me a tissue and asked, "Ma'am… Are you alright?" That was when I realized I was already crying nonstop, and the words on the letter had smudged. I would never love Yoel again, but I would never forget about him too.

I simply don't. I have never known failure in my life, yet though, I have had my share of heartache. Heartache makes up that defining moment. And my choice is never to love again. Yes, it sounds like some country and western song; hey, I can even throw my boots on and dance to it. The sad what is, when something comes to an end, then it comes to an end.