broken-hearted

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

May the Lord revive the crushed spirit.

When you're full and done with your meal, you can leave the table but clean up your mess before you walk away.

Forgiveness heals any brokenness in the heart.

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.

To be rejected by someone doesn't mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn't mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person's opinion symbolized the opinion of the whole world, of God.

We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else__ opinion that we do not look happy.

Girls like me don't get the fairytales. Because the white knights never want the dirty, damaged girls. They know there's nothing left of us that's salvageable...nothing left of us that hasn't already been taken and destroyed. And saving us? Will only ruin them.

He lifts my chin and looks at me. __ don't want to break you, Lou-Lou._ He leans his forehead against mine. __ut sometimes you have to break in order to be fixed. And if you trust me enough to fall apart, I swear...I'll put you back together again.

Love?! When a piece of broke heart hits you.

But even a vessel pulsates, beats and pumps in ecstasy and in rage!I wonder are the way we are because we are trying to protect ourselves from the __onsters_ not realizing this fear that we are harboring inside us is turning us into goblins and ghouls ourselves? Not even a heart caged inside of ribs can be protected. Who can really be to blame for your broken heart?In-turn we find our own vices , our own ways to cope, ways that we petrify our bodies our lives in such a fashion so we can stop and notice the stars sparkling in the sky everything and everyone that embodies love YOUR LOVE_ and every spec dancing in our own light, specs we failed to see because of our own faults.

Taken from the dedication in my debut novel Exactly 23 days. To honour all women on International Women's day. For women everywhere: When you know you are finally mended, spread the word, hold out your hand, share some love from your heart and some laughter from your soul and be there for a new member of the sisterhood who needs your help. Let's all help our sisters worldwide to stand tall and know, they can and they will recover, survive and thrive, to live the life they deserve. To all the sisters who reached out and held my hand in whatever way you could, who cried my tears with me, and laughter my laughter too, I thank every one of you. I survived.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Life wasn't all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."~Heathcliff

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.