Heartbreak Poems For Her Novels & Stories

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

If my mother was alive I might share some with her, maybe even write her one like I do whenever the pain of her loss is too much to bear. I write for a while losing track of time as I place my pain and frustration into words then something on the breeze reminds me of someone else and the poems take a different turn. In my darkest hour Thoughts of her sear my brain Burning desire all but consumes me Her touch is all that could ease my pain Eyes like pools that I want to drown in The stars above have nothing on her She’s the beauty that I Admire from afar I long to hold her and make her mine

This is the diary that Grace found in her room. The diary with poems, figured, you'd want to read it. I met a girl today, beautiful and beautiful and beautiful and everything including beautiful. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I should or else I don’t know what to name this. Tragedy of souls that binds, that blinds, and all the wounds she gave me, wounds that I don’t mind, wounds I don’t hide, I confide,

(your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel But if you are with me I will imagine hell as heaven as well But the problem is You do not accept my togetherness And I can not accept anything except you " Shayari said thinking about her position in life (It is written by me, forgive me if I make mistakes in translation or in the poetry itself.) " Why do not you love me like I do Shauhar ji? Why? What crime have I committed? " Shayari screamed but got no answer ***

She said before she left me in my place frowning. Should that tell me that? Do they have no consideration? My heart also breaks when I hear that. Oh, my love why are you like that to me? I know I have sinned against you but do not cause me this pain. Pwe! I'm still a poet in this situation. 'It doesn't matter to my outfit. But I can do this. ***

The pain her heart and soul was feeling. Some things break but don't make a sound. Like her soul shattered into pieces but no one heard it. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart. 

Then he cupped his hands over her cheek. "I trust you with my heart Tan," she finally spoke, "it has always been yours and no one can take your place in my heart." "My heart beats for you. You are my first and only priority Gabby and I don't want to spend another day, not a single moment, without you." he whispered. His lips grazed hers and then the tears she had let slip. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she chanted. "Forever?" "Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.

Soon, you'll be thankful it all happened the way it did. “ I honestly doubt that. ” She spaced out. Her first love just told her he didn't love her. What pain could be greater than that? If she had a headache, she could use pain killers. But what medicine could she use to cure heartbreak? How can she stop the aching in her heart? How?