Novel & Cerita Heartache Poems

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

TABITHA POV "Bye, mom," I whisper as I place a rose on her freshly covered grave. Grief, pain, and longing twist my heart as I try to keep myself from breaking down again. It's been four days, and I still haven't accepted that this is really happening. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up, and there she will be. Happy and healthy. Every morning when that doesn't happen, I cry until I pass back out.

Now she’s here, but things aren’t going as planned. I thought Xeraphina would reject me, but I never expected the intense pain in my chest when she did. The ache is dull but constant, resonating within me. Her words make it worse, pounding against my heart like a drum. She says we are a mistake and a source of heartbreak, adding to the heaviness piercing through my soul.

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

“The land of ‘what if’ is a dangerous place, Tate? All you find there is longing and heartache. You stay too long and you will miss out on the right now.” “You are right.” I say, her words hyping me up, reminding me why I am here. I am here to be rid of this pain. This dark cloud that looms over me, waiting for the right time to descend and take away any light. My wolf whines in my head, trying to rally with me. We have been through so much heartache. And I think if anyone knew what River knows about me and why it hurts so much…maybe they would understand it’s more than just a crush or love or a rejection.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

That everything isn’t permanent, that the person you thought will be by your side forever and promised to be yours and only yours will never be, for at the end of that sweet and happy moments, comes with the most painful heartache you will ever feel. “I will never leave you. I promise.” I slowly stood up on my knees, felting weak as I took my first step felt like the whole world is at my back. Holding my chest still bears the pain inside, calling out from deep inside my aching heart that if there is someone out there, someone and at least one, to please, please take it away from me now. I don’t want this feeling, I hated this pain, so please if there is someone, take it away from me now, or

" Princess Diana sympathizingly and also persuaded simultaneously. She stood up from where she was and stepped forward, moving towards Olendo." We never knew all this happened between you and Jennifer but we understood the pain and the agony to lose our loved ones. Sorrow is like a ceaseless rain that beats upon my heart. We twist and scream in pain, dawn will find them still again, This has neither wax nor wane, neither stop nor start. To everyone, this world’s a dreary blank. We might think all hopes in life are gone and fled, our high-strung energies are sunk, and all our blissful hopes lie dead.–

A hollow ache spread through me, mirroring the icy grip that stole the warmth from my life. “I thought I’d lost you forever. Each day is like fighting with a sharp knife lacerating my heart ever so slowly. Each day you think it healed, but it wasn’t. And you think it gets better, but it gets worse. More painful and I’m struggling to go on,” she continued, as she stared at my face, but not seeing me. Her eyes filled with sorrow, and I felt the pain.

Heartache should be a kind of fragrance. The air would fill with pain at the very smell of it. It spread from the most fragile parts of her heart, coursing through her blood vessels and surging into her bloodstream. Then it poured through every crevice of her body, finally sinking into her bones, causing her entire body to ache with an ice-cold pain. Jeanette turned off the lights in her office and carried her bag over her shoulder. She rubbed her sore neck and took a deep breath.