#BrokenHearts

[gabrielapazlima]

the village's perception from s.bobby

[justutter]

[lo-vena]

Behind my every "I don't have plans on getting married" is the hope that the right love will find its way to me.

Behind every hopeless "romance is not for me" is a wishful thinking that for once, romance will be for me.

Behind every hopelessness and pain I suffered is the tiny bit of faith that all of this is worth a great love waiting for me in the end.

Behind every closed hearts is a fragile broken heart — healing on its own, with the hopes of great love.

-vena

[butterflybaby98]

Knife Through Hearts

I slit a heart with a knife, Slit it deep, through pain and crimes. Till the blade's tip could clearly see, The world beyond, through his Injury..

He held the handle, frozen in pain, Paralyzed as blood did stain. I hugged him tight, from his back, To stop the flow, to feel his crack…

But as I pressed, harder still, The knife turned sharp, against my will. I felt its tip within my chest, Tearing muscles, denying rest.

He hurt more, while I hurt less, Two broken hearts in the deepest mess, He let me pull the blade away, Through tears, through screams, We chose to stay,

We stitched each heart, thread by thread, But my hand shook with a trembling Bloodshed, He stitched his own, then turned to mine, Selfless, calm, a love divine.

Now wounds have healed, though scars remain, The wound is triggered by love and pain. His hurts still ache; I feel them too, The suffering will end with a life that is true,

But time will pass, and the pain will fade, In his arms, my heart is laid. I hug him close, from the back I stay, Together, we'll find a brighter day.

[autumnclouds09]

Para el próximo episodio de Ruido de Fondo le preparé un mixtape para corazones rotos, se supone que saldría cerca de San Valentín pero hubo unos cambios en la estación y hasta apenas se va a transmitir. Pero no importa porque estoy seguro que a todxs nos han roto el corazón, o lo van a hacer. Está hecho especialmente para quienes hemos sufrido por culpa de personas irresponsables, narcisistas, que no les importa el daño que hacen. Y además con canciones que no son las típicas, seleccionadas cuidadosamente para esta ocasión. Les espero a las 6 pm hora del pacífico / 8 pm hora Ciudad de México (hora central). "Mixtape for Broken Hearts" Con música de: Hammock, Epic45, Queridas, The Bilinda Butchers, Ensemble Economique, HTRK, M83, Telefon Tel Aviv, entre algunxs más. . #RuidodeFondoRadio #nettnettradio #internetradio #freeradio #musiccurator #musiccuration #mixtape #brokenhearts #mixtapeforbrokenhearts (en Mexico City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRJXM-uf_7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nienieniestuff-blog]

DAS WETTER

DAS SYSTEMISCHE RISIKO

ist überschaubar.

Auch die Prüfungen haben sich nicht verändert.

Die Erde dreht sich.

SOLLBRUCHSTELLEN NOCH UND NÖCHER!

Es stockt.

---Hier droht nochmal eine deutliche Verschärfung----

Kaum zu schaffen und in manchen Mittelgebirgen scheint die Sonne. Mein Fahrrad fliegt nicht und es ist nicht bloß das Bild, das schief hängt. Gebrochene Herzen starren in ein schwarzes LOCH.

[sunshineciolkoszmusic]

Story Line Flow on Sunshine Ciolkosz New Song "Highway of Dreams"

[razumikhin1312]

:(

[bibilium]

Discover comforting Bible verses for broken hearts to find solace in pain and sorrow. Allow these Bible verses for broken hearts to mend your wounded spirit and reestablish your trust in the Almighty God.

[lo-vena]

You're like a muscle memory.

Something I always know at the back of my mind— no matter how far back it was.

Maybe, we'll meet once more. Maybe we won't.

Maybe, in another universe. Or in another lifetime. Or just no.

I've long accepted our fate. I've cried about it already more times than I should.

I never knew how to forget you. Or at least move forward. Life just goes on and I just had to live.

And suddenly, nine years had passed. Maybe almost ten. But sometimes, I'm still hugging the memories, or at least the feelings.

Again, you are like a muscle memory. I had to unlearn you. I had to unknow you.

But maybe, even if I did, the younger part of me would always embrace the version of you I loved dearly.

Nine years. We both changed. A lot has changed. Only that, I can still write about you.

You are still by far my greatest— until you won't be anymore.

I have finally... finally moved forward. Much later than you did.

So, happy birthday to the boy I've loved for the longest time.

Your happiness will always be one of my wishes. Even if I will never know. :)

-vena

[within-the-fire]

The Black Widow &Her Devil

In the beginning their love was raw, unfazed and wild

They bought a one-way ticket for the ride of their life

They moved false mountains in hopes for fame

But are at the end of the frame

They focused a laser on their prey

Pride and arrogance led their way

The number of bodies left broken

The toll of hearts left undone

He lures them into a trap

And he breaks them and brings them to lack

The DEVIL in disguise  oh is he

And he lies and brings them to their knees

As she spins her webs in the back

The heartbreak she leaves in her path

She lures them into a trap 

Spins her webs and leaves them in lack

A dangerous game the two have imposed

Till they bring the mouse to that home

One is near and the other is far

Destroying lives and breaking honest hearts

The mouse was privy to the game

Of the souls that lay trapped in their lairs

The day of reckoning has come

The Black Widow and Her Devil now undone 

The souls have cried long enough

Judgement is what the mouse has brought

For the game that they played all the while

Was their ending, now cast into the Nile

The Devil & His Black Widow

Raedon (The Flame) © 2024

[demoiselleordinaire]

I’m scared. Scared that I am falling out of this unrequited love. I wanted to love you even at a distance, even in quiet. But every single day, you are making it easier for me to unlove you. And this scares me the most — to one day wake up and realize my love for you is totally gone.

[thewinterlilly]

Letting go was a Thursday evening

A McDonalds car park and the arms of my best friend

Starless skies and bright headlights

It sounded like slamming doors and a far off siren

It tasted like salty tears and bitter regret

Letting go felt like a claw through the chest and a fall with no end in sight

It was months of sleepless nights and evenings on my cold kitchen floor

A hollow chest and unseeing eyes

Letting go was listening to the whispers as you moved on

Watching flowers bloom as I remained in an endless winter

Letting go was grief, resentment, anger and then eventual apathy

It was waking up one morning months later and deciding to choose me

It was staring at your name on my phone, no feeling in my chest and pressing red without a single thought

Letting go was, is and will always be a choice I make everyday

[brokeninfinitysblog]

I must have forgotten I was here. Overcomed, swallowed whole by pain and fear that was not my own. I still reach for connection knowing the odds are slimming. The thought of never being held, touched, made love to again reaches into my soul, so I empty out what is left of myself into this void of darkness. The only light remaining is in my past work, when I truly believed I was loved, now I know for certain, it was all a lie. Not one moment shared with them was true. But in this photo, I believed I was loved. I was such a fool. 💔

[nighttime-thoughts]

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.