Poetry About Hurt Feelings Novels & Stories

"How does it feel to you now?" I hesitated, trying to find words for something so intrinsically felt rather than consciously understood. "It's... muted. Like a limb that's fallen asleep—you know it's there, but the sensation is wrong, painful in a dull, persistent way." I pressed a hand to my chest. "Before Liam's coma, I could feel him here, a warm presence even when we were apart. Now it's cold, hollow."

I tried to touch his cheek but he slapped my hand away making me tear up. He placed my hand on his heart "Do you know how much hurt you have caused this?" he pointed to his heart. He chuckled "Of course you wouldn't know as you are too busy letting other men in between your legs" he spat with disgust. I stood there too shocked to say anything.

I still believe That we were meant to happen Even if it weren’t meant to be I think love still can be beautiful Even if you have sift through The pain of a bitter ending To get to sweeter memories I’m glad your path crossed with mine And that once upon a time, We looked at one another Like our eyes held the answer To everything Its going to take me Some time to heal, but I know that what we had was real We changed each other’s hearts And you left an imprint on my soul Despite all that lies between us now I hope that you know That a part of me Will always be Holding you Poems were a way that I expressed my soul and vulnerability. * * *

The year before everything went sore, a tear drop slid down my eyes and I quickly stopped it with my finger. As the silence lingered on with Harry drowned in his own thought, a poem came to my mind “WRAP YOUR WINGS AROUD YOUR PAIN, FTRANSFORM YOUR PAIN INTO BEAUTIFUL WINGS LET IT TAKE YOU FAR AND BEYOND, BEYOND THAT WHICH HURTS THE MOST’

I ran, ran from the scene that had seared itself into my memory, ran from the truth that threatened to consume me. I found myself in a secluded part of the forest, tears streaming down my cheeks. Each tear felt like a silent scream, a release of the anguish and hurt that had taken residence in my heart. My emotions were a tempest, and I struggled to find solace within the storm. "Why?" I whispered to the heavens, as if seeking an answer from the very sky that watched my pain. "Why is it always this way? Why do I have to witness love slip through my fingers, leaving behind only shards of broken dreams?"

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.

I wiped again my tears as I breath in and out, while I can't help myself but just cry my heart out. "Loving you is just like holding a sharp knife that pointed at my chest... That even if it hurts nor kills me, I endure it. Because I can't let you go. I love you, I love you so much! But I know you didn't love me just like the way I do, b-but still I want you." I said with a voice cracked. Why don't he just bare with me for eight months? It won't hurt him right? He holds my right hand and put on his face.

His embrace was like a cocoon of warmth, but as he shifted, it transformed into an intense heat that seared through my being. I felt the pain in my heart deepening with every moment. It was a painful mix of emotions. His hug, once comforting, now stung — a harsh reminder of the false hope he had given me. I pushed him away with all my might. This feeling is becoming stupid every moment. I don't want this anymore because as time goes on, my feelings for him grow larger and deeper. "I thought I was special to you... I thought you liked me... but why do you have to hurt me like this?" I uttered hoarsely as my tears flowed uncontrollably.

Defeat hung heavy in the air, a bitter taste on my tongue. The ache in my chest intensified, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within. "Why does it hurt so much?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible over the symphony of nature. The world around me continued its steady rhythm, oblivious to the storm raging within my soul. I took a deep breath, the forest air cool against my skin. My heart clenched like someone is trying to steal my breath from me, like someone is trying to claw out my life from me. Why the fuck does it all hurt so much?

The weight he had carried so stoically now pressed upon him with an unbearable force, breaking down the walls he had built around his heart. Tears streamed down Vihaan's face, tracing a path of sorrow and pain. His body trembled with each sob that wracked his frame, his anguish echoing through the empty room. He sank to his knees, unable to bear the weight of the hurt any longer. The room, once filled with warmth and familiarity, now felt cold and unfamiliar, mirroring the emptiness he felt within.