Hurting Rhymes Novels & Stories

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

Then his silver ring standard lobe piercing. That's Rhyme. After comfirming it, I stayed still listening to the second verse. I bit my lips upon hearing more from him. I suppressed a cheeky smile and tried to focus on his too good to be true runs. Those were too lovely, I guess. And when the chorus arrived, he suddenly gave so much passion with his singing. "I love you, baby. And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby. To warm the lonely night. I love you—Havoc?!"

The nasty words weaved cruelly, tearing apart any positivity I had spouted. It was exhausting having to deal with them. It was exhausting being me. I slouched in my seat, trying my hardest to huddle deeper in the hoodie I was wearing. The soft furry material that coated the inside my hoodie caressed my skin delicately. A comforting wave of heavy coffee beans and rich leather surrounded me in a soothing cocoon. My hand lazily worked to draw whatever I could to destress my scrambled thoughts. I tuned out the quiet hum around me, gaze focused on every detail that littered my page.

Stumbling, crashing, rolling, sharp thorns tearing into my feet. I hear laughter. Sickening. Terrifying. “Found her!”

“She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain and throws away her pride For a man with a hole in the middle of his chest Promising herself that she'll only see the best So she stays and gives away her life Paint over the walls now, even though they're only gonna fall down Every night is just a fight, no end (no end) But she swears it's gonna work out Even when the screams are getting so loud Tryna find the missing light again (and again)

"You were drowned of the thought that finally, finally someone will reciprocate your way of thinking. You thought that this is it, and never saw that it was all a lie. Giving them your all isn't a problem at all, but letting them do it all over again is like hitting your head with different rocks. You were fooled by the differences of those rocks and never thought that they were all that hard, that it'll hurt you." I became silent. His words marked in my head. I don't want to hear those but I know, deep inside, I know he's right. I'm just afraid to admit that what he said was all true, because I know how those will hurt me. I cried again, why is this happening to me? I was like being slapped

It seemed quiet, and relief washed over her as she slipped inside. The faint glow of the overhead light illuminated the space. She moved toward the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Each sip felt like a lifeline, her parched throat easing with every swallow. But her brief moment of peace was shattered by a voice that dripped with malice. “Well, well, look who finally decided to show her face,” Rihanna drawled, her tone mocking and cruel. Katie froze, her grip tightening on the glass. She didn’t turn around, hoping that if she ignored the other woman, the taunts would stop.

Humming. The tune is cracked, the rhythm broken. But I know what it is. Lira does, too. It’s the same song the Pit’s whelps used to murmur when they thought no one was listening. A lullaby with no words. Just the kind of tune meant to hush something in the dark. Lira’s shoulders go stiff. Mine do, too. My hand tightens on the blade at my hip. I don’t draw it. We don’t stop.

“I really want to move on with my life, but my heart breaks whenever I remember it all.” “I don’t even know what hurts more. The actions of those two, or the fact that I feel so stupid whenever the situation crosses my mind. I can’t help but wonder what I did wrong, especially to Aurora. She looks me in the eye, smiles at me, tells me she’s happy for me, and then goes ahead to stab me in the back. Or maybe it’s my fault for not giving Dave what he wanted.” ​ “No, no, no. It’s enough pain to watch those two walk around freely like they did nothing. I won’t let you take the fall for that. Didn’t he agree that he was going to wait till you are ready? A real man never goes back on his word.”

I struck a match and watched the flame lick at the shattered image of Rocco's face on the canvas. The oil paint sizzled, sending up plumes of black smoke. Rocco rushed out after me, his voice sharp with alarm when he saw what I was doing. "Harper, what are you doing?" I tossed the letters, filled with a young girl's unsent confessions, into the barrel one by one. "Taking out the trash." As I watched the flames consume the words "I love you, Rocco,"my eyes felt hot, but I gritted my teeth and refused to let a single tear fall.