Poems Heartache Novels & Stories

I saw him in her arms, it tore me apart, My love for him etched deep within my heart. How could he not see the pain he caused in me? I was just a silent admirer, but he held the key. Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

My chest feels heavy, as if an invisible force is pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. But the worst part of it all—the thing that’s breaking me beyond repair—is the unbearable ache in my heart. It hurts. It’s not just a dull pain; it’s sharp, relentless, and all-consuming. It feels as if something inside me has shattered, and no matter how hard I try to pull myself together, the pieces refuse to fit. I wish I could turn back time. I wish I could undo everything. But now, all I can do is stand here, drowning in the agony of my own making.

"Listen to me. Just do your job and we'll forget this ever happened. "You've been here for seven years. Even if you haven't achieved much, you've put in the effort. The company won't mistreat you." As he spoke, he even reached out as if to pull me up. I felt sick to my stomach and shoved him away. I barely used any force, but he performed like an award-winning actor, rolling on the ground and lightly bumping his head against the edge of a desk. Chase hit his head, and Scarlett looked more heartbroken than if she had been the one injured. She rushed forward, cradled his head, and stroked it gently.

One line. Not pregnant. The test slips from my numb fingers, clatters into the sink, and the sound it makes is the exact pitch of my heart shattering. I slide down the bathroom wall, pull my knees to my chest, and cry so quietly I barely make a sound. Because I don't want to wake him. Don't want him to see me like this—destroyed by something that was always a long shot. Broken by hope that I should have known better than to hold. "Seraphina?"

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

"You can’t fix me.” “Too bad,” he shot back with a grin. “Life doesn’t give us the luxury of asking for anything.” I hated the way my heart skipped at his words. But I wasn’t going to admit it,though. I wasn't that stupid. And I was so damn sick of it. I shut my eyes and I tried to block the flood of emotions in my chest. “You don’t even know me.” His breath shuddered like he was fighting something. “You’re right. I don’t. But I do know what you’re running from.”

Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.

God knew I hated the fact that I put the sadness, the hurt there He jerked his head and with a quiet“ see you later” he walked away. ‘Would you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Would you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? …… I know you will, I know you will, I know…..that you will’ This song continued in the background and Wilson walked away I was a fool a coward…..a….God! I am so sure Wilson didn't know the reason for the abrupt change that happened that night between Russell and I