Heartache Poetry Novels & Stories

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.

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 - - - - -

With each step he took, he tried desperately to ignore the aching pain in his chest. Sarah stood for a long-time in the rain, staring blindly into the space, her body and soul tortured and racked with pain, together with a numbed heart. It felt as if she had acid rain in her mind and it was killing the flowers of her heart. The heavy raindrops slowly weighted on her eyelashes, softly closing her eyes, her throat burning with unshed tears and her heart...she just couldn't feel it. It was as if it burned and burned then it suddenly turned to ice. She closed her eyes tight, trying to think of something, else her misery. But, you can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't

My heat isn't merely broken, it is a shadow of what it was and fading a little more every day. In this heartache the sun won't shine, birdsong passes as if the melody can't glide through the air as it once did before. But the truth is, I'd rather forgo comfort than keep a lover who doesn't love. So instead I will let this heartache be as my teacher and the reason to keep seeking one who can hear the playful calling of their own soul.

"In the silent alleys of the heart, Trapped is a deep pain. A love once so pure and beautiful, Now torn apart by hidden lies. Lips that once whispered eternal promises, Now break the shackles of trust. Your heart is broken by betrayal, A wound not easily healed. Tears flow like a rushing river, Flooding every corner of your empty heart. Disappointment and anger fill the recesses of your soul, eroding the warmth you once felt. In the darkness, you wail alone, whimpering of loss beyond measure. And yet, from the devastation emerges." "Inside her silenced chest, The wife cries in the dark. Her heart is cut, an invisible wound, When love once so strong, Now withers and fades, like a dead flower.

It’s forgetting how to live. The ache starts low. A familiar hollow grinding beneath my ribs. Not hunger. Not the whispers. This is deeper. Older. The Arthur-ache. A phantom limb pain for a soul dissolving into the earth. Every step deeper into the heartwood makes it worse. A physical pull, a yearning towards a vanishing point.

My heart clenched like a vice, and I felt a sharp fang sink into its fragile chambers as his words hung in the air, heavy and laden with sorrow. "Don't you love me anymore, Celeste?" he asked, and the world around me seemed to blur into a cacophony of muted colors and distant sounds. The pain was unlike anything I'd ever known, a visceral ache that tore at my insides. It felt as if a storm raged within my chest, lightning bolts of anguish striking with every beat of my heart. Each word he spoke carved deeper into my soul, like a dagger that had found its mark, twisting and rending my very core.

"Lyric, wait—" But I didn’t. When love hurts, it won't work. The ache in my chest spread, suffocating, unbearable.

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜