Heartache Poetry Novelas e Histórias

The tears flowed freely, staining my cheeks with their salty remnants as my heart cried out in the silence of my apartment. I felt the ache deep within my chest, a searing pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of my being. It was a heartbreak that went beyond the realm of lost love or shattered dreams. It was a soul-deep ache, an emptiness that threatened to engulf me in its all-consuming darkness.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

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."

His tail, as cold as ice, and yet as smooth as satin. His silver long hair and piercing mint green pupil, his tail that twinkles like stars striped on a mint green satin. He was his Tide and he would chase him until the end of the world. ********* "My heart has heated for the human and my blood has flown for him. Every time I thought of him, my heart would ache. It would ache so much I couldn't breathe, the feeling of despair, yet sweetness... Even so, I still couldn't stop thinking about him." So...this is how it feels to love a person.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

It came like a whisper, threading through my ribs, delicate but relentless, until I could feel it in every breath I took. It was the kind of ache that poetry envied — quiet, beautiful, and cruel. A wound that didn’t bleed but bloomed instead, slow and unseen, beneath my calm and the ache of not being chosen hurts like hell. Maybe his past had returned. Maybe the letters I found weren’t a mistake. Maybe tonight, while I walked alone beneath a streetlight’s fading glow, he was somewhere else — smiling in a way he no longer smiled for me. She looked up at the sky, where clouds drifted like tired ghosts, and exhaled while uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks and this time I didn't bother

Draven could feel that the words that moved past her lips were filled with hatred, hatred directed towards him. There was nothing he could do again, other than watch her enter into her car and dive off, seeing the expression on her face when she turned to look at him and the way his chest tightened and his heart ached beyond normal and more painful than any pain he had ever encountered, he never thought that his heart would ever ache him more than that. But alas, how wrong was he? It was taking him all he had no to fall on his knees and clench his heart due to the excruciating pain that was on the verge of overwhelming him.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through me. I could feel it breaking, shattering into pieces so small I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to put them back together. The bitter taste of jealousy, of longing, burned at the back of my throat. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the sob that threatened to escape, but the pain was overwhelming. I needed to get out of there.

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.

My throat aches from screaming. And all I can think is: This isn’t love, it is prison. #####################