Poetry About Painful Love の小説・ストーリー

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. * * *

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 spoke to the night wind, Asking the darkness, Why is this love unable to Penetrate the invisible boundaries? In the suffocating silence, I fall silent in memory, Your face, your smile, floats, As if far away at the end of the sky. This love, which once felt real, Is now just a faint shadow, Buried in the heart, Unrequited, unrevealed, unforgettable. In this sadness, I learn, accept the bitter truth, that not all love finds its way,

Pain makes the heart weak, It breaks from the inside, It could cloud our judgment, And break lovers apart... ©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV Pain. All I felt was pain. All I remembered was pain. My heart was broken all over again, my body was waging a war against my mind. I couldn't think straight and all I saw was darkness. I pushed myself to the limit, telling myself there was light after this. My body was in pain yet I struggled to keep moving. And then it was like there was a door.

"To every lovely lady bright, I wish a gallant faithful knight; To every faithful lover, too, I wish a trusting lady true. A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. A mighty pain to love it is, And this a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain, Is to love, but love in vain. May we have those in our arms, whom we love in our hearts. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;

Though I know I should move on, start anew, The pull of her absence, it cuts me through, For love's not just joy, but the pain that it brings, A bittersweet melody, where heartache sings. So I linger in shadows, lost in the past, Clutching onto memories, hoping they'll last But deep down I know, it's time to let go, To embrace the unknown, to let new love grow. Yet the love for the pain, it holds me tight, A constant companion in the dark of night.

Love is poison. You know pain... pain that wouldn't just arrive at any moment and leave later on. I'm talking about pain that lingers within you, that makes you feel like your whole body is foreign even to you. I was feeling that shit deep in me and it felt like it was draining the living out of me. My Friday felt like shit, it was full of pain... I woke up to a wet pillow in the middle of the night. Her in my mind and us agreeing that was the end of things.

“I suppose your answer is no, then? You’ve decided to keep the mating bond with him, haven’t you?” “But how else can I end the pain?” I asked. “It’s so hard to bear most of the time.” “True love can sometimes be painful, my child,” the woman replied. “But love belongs to the brave ones – the ones who can endure the pain and overcome it. I see that you are brave. You feel pain because you love your mate deeply, but you are weighed down by doubts. You don’t trust him, nor do you trust the bond. You believe your mate has forgotten you… but perhaps that isn’t true.”

"Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.” “Love, it's that extraordinary ache when someone shatters your heart, and yet, miraculously, you find the strength to love them with every fractured piece that remains.” Saying this, I excused myself and fled from there, the echo of unspoken words reverberated within, a silent plea for understanding in a world painted with the hues of love and pain.

I guess that human’s quotation is really true, the quotation ‘when you love there’s pain, without pain…there’s no love’. That pain is soothing within my heart. It was stabbing and breaking my heart into pieces until I felt weak and yet no matter how painful it is to love him…those pieces that scattered apart are still beating for him.