Romans & histoires Poems About Love And Pain

❤️ LOVE AND PAIN Season 2 — Chapter 80: Promises and Lies Nobody spoke. The hallway seemed to shrink around them. Noah stood frozen in the doorway, staring directly at Seraphine. Not with anger. Not exactly. Something worse. Betrayal. The kind that survives for years. The kind that never fully heals. "You said it was over." Seraphine remained motionless. For once— the woman who always seemed to have an answer had none.

I pondered on these words I once read in the earlier days when my dad abandoned us, as I sat impatiently, waiting for Tamara to come back. I didn't know what the better option of the two would be, but I knew that love above being a strong feeling, was pain. There are a lot of emotions in love and that's what makes it the most complicated feeling of all time. In love, you could see joy, you could see laughter, you could see grief, you could also see sadness and there was pain too, there's loneliness, in fact, all these other feelings combined (both the good and the bad) should be the feeling of love.

she wanted to stop the haunted memories but the pain of love did not let her, maybe it was the pain of betrayal or the pain of one-sided love. and as you know LOve is the second name of pain. She was in that pain but she was strong enough to pull herself together and wipe her tears. sometimes she would look at the moon and the night sky all night long as if asking answers from god above but she did not get an answer but her eyes held hope.

True love covers all pain. --Ellyza

"Just like life, I believe love isn't always about rainbows, and butterflies, and unicorns. There are times when pain does take a sneak peek from time to time, but often, it's there to make the love stronger." "But hey, that doesn't mean it's always there. Pain usually comes and goes, but it never really stays-it mustn't," he said, narrowing his eyes on her. "You can never really call it love when all you'll ever feel is agony; love doesn't work that way." For a brief instance, Eunae felt her eyes burn. Suddenly, she felt like being choked, her throat burning and her stomach twisting in the most painful way it could ever do. Soon after, her lips quivered relentlessly, and by the looks of it,

I try to think about pain. It bites and digs into your core, bleeds you dry down to your bones, and it drags on and on, trying to pull you under until you want to dig your claws into your chest and rip it out. It chafes at your strength, leaving you a husk of your former self, and pain shreds, down to your very soul, it is the only thing that makes you understand that you are truly alive because nothing could feel so heart retching if you were dead. Pain… pain is life. But so is love and warmth and happiness.

My pain was seeping back in. Every breath I take feels like swallowing shards of glass, cutting into my fragile resolve. The wounds of my pain, raw and bleeding, pulse with a fiery intensity that engulfs my entire existence. It's a raging inferno that consumes my thoughts, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes of despair in its wake.

He regretted paining her but his emotions were so out of control. "I am sorry. It's just... I just couldn't imagine you in that setting" With their forehead pressed against each other, she shook her head. For some reason, his reason felt justified and unjustified. But then... CRASH -------- Love is so perfectly flawed. Nothing in the universe could describe or show how much love exists between people but the words 'I Love You' do so much more magic than one can prepare and anticipate. Not knowing and experiencing what love is pain. It was hard to part with home when home started to become people rather than a four-structured building.

All I wanted was for him to love me right to make up for all those years I went through hell. “ Why can't the universe favor me, how long will I keep on wallowing in pain,” I whispered, my unbearable pain wasn’t allowing my voice to come out. My heart has been smashed to pieces, and my hopes have been shattered. The pain was unbearable, it crushed me in a million parts leaving me incapable of everything. The tears won't roll down, and the screams won't escape past my quivering lips. What was I thinking that a man of his rank would ever love a destitute orphan like me, I might be his wife on the paper but not his heart. I doubt if he’s capable of falling in love.

It's a riptide I can't escape. I wail because the man I love is gone. He's here now, but it's all a mirage. One I would give everything to sustain for an eternity. My chest hurts as I sob in bellowing cries. I can't hold onto him anymore. I collapse to my knees, heaving and gasping in pain. A pain so profound that it's become a pang no physical injury could ever inflict. I don't know anything that's ever hurt this badly.