Fragileheart Stories

poetry compilation

Kid by mind Mature by heart Rude on the Outside Caring on the inside Those are the only words that can really describe Cilla Evans, an 18 years old girl whose Life has been on a rollercoaster since she turned 15,As we open the door to her life, let's see how Cilla manages to get through Family issues and other pressure especially her Love Life, A story relatable to every Female being.

Hi, I'm Ruffy Ruth 17 years old 5'6 bisexual,and have a hazel brown eye.I'm from Cavite City (Zayn Kaizer POV) I would like you to know the moment that I had been trying my best, and of course I also did, just to get his attention and turn it to me. WARNING❌❗❗❗ This story consist sexual activities. And if you are sensitive you're not able to be the one who read this story.

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚́𝙙 𝙋𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙆𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙐𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙈𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝘼𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙨" is not a letter, not merely a confession, but a breathing wound stretched into eternity. It is the cry of someone who dares not speak their truth aloud, whose words come not as declarations but as ashen whispers carried through the marrow of time itself. This is not love written for one pair of hands alone-it is written for the trembling hush between all hands that ever reached and were refused, for every silence that has ever burned louder than a scream. Here, love is not tender; it is catastrophic. It is a pyre lit where flesh meets memory, where longing bleeds into forever. The beloved is both one person and something more-a figure, a star, an abyss into which the heart willingly drowns. The narrator speaks to her, but the words slip beyond her skin and strike the bones of eternity, echoing back as a prayer both sacred and defiled. This work belongs not to earthly romance but to the theater of shadows, where yearning is too immense to be contained in mortal syllables. It is a confession that cannot be spoken aloud without shattering the world it names. It is a silence so profound it resonates like a scream against the firmament. If you read this, you will not simply hear a voice-you will hear the silence that devours the voice. You will stand in the ruins of unsent letters and feel their tremor in your chest. You will be haunted by words that try to love and yet cannot love without first burning. This is not a story. It is a relic. It is the

Elizabeth Wilson. A 17 year old girl who lives in LA. Elizabeth has a job+school. She wants to focus on her studies so she can be successful. One day, she meets Dylan. Dylan O'Brien. Little does Elizabeth know, Dylan O'Brien is going to be the man who changes her life. Elizabeth thought she had everything in life planned really good, not anymore. TW: THIS BOOK CAN INCLUDE STUFF THAT TRIG SOME PEOPLE! (I will warn with a TW before every chapter that should include a TW)

A poetry about myself and how I become fragile. This means alot to me. Everyone reading this should feel every emotions and heart I put into this poetry.

They said, the most beautiful things that happen in this life are those that are unexpected. I was wondering. Was it really true? •••

My husband betrayed me many times, but I still forgive him because I want to give him another chance to be better. He may do a lot of mistakes, but in the end, he chose the right thing and that really means to me. Thanks to my fragile heart, because our love to each other get stronger.

A short story #1 fragile heart 8 Jan 2025

A poem for a broken heart.

Emily Greene never thought she'd find comfort in someone as blunt and unapologetic as Chris Davis. She's fragile but resilient, searching for herself in a quiet town where loneliness lingers like a shadow. He's guarded, hiding his emotions behind walls built from years of hurt. Together, they're drawn into something neither of them expected-an intimacy that blurs the lines between friendship and something deeper, darker, and irresistible. A love story filled with vulnerability, desire, and the kind of connection that can both heal and break you.

Poetry "so I stood there, glancing here & there, pretending to talk, while u were unaware"

Pavitra falls in love with Erika, a girl battling schizophrenia. Their love is deep, fragile, and beautiful, but the shadows of mental illness haunt them. Tragedy strikes as Pavitra succumbs to his struggles, leaving Erika heartbroken-and eventually, she too meets a sorrowful end. A haunting tale of love, loss, and the fragile human mind.

Lahat tayo, nasasaktan. Ganon talaga pag magmahal ang isang babae, isusugal niya ang puso niya kahit na alam niya na sa kahuli-hulian posible siyang maging isang luhaan. Ito ay istorya ko, istorya ng isang babaeng nakaranas ng maraming Hearbreak. Hindi lang isa o dalawang heartbreak. Pero kahit na ganon patuloy pa rin akong nagmahal.

A raw and emotional poem about the lingering power of love, even when shattered into pieces.

Daniel Dominic has always seen the world differently-not through color or light, but through emotions that shimmer in the air around people. Loneliness glows blue. Love burns gold. Betrayal slices silver. Ignored by his family, scarred by trust that once destroyed him, and aching for a love he can never seem to hold on to, Daniel hides his gift-a strange magic born from heartbreak. It lets him touch the emotions of others, even twist them, but every time he uses it, he feels a little less human. As he drifts between reality and dreams, Daniel meets someone who claims to understand the pain behind his power. For the first time, he feels seen. But in a world where emotions can be manipulated, how can he tell what's real and what's magic? A story of identity, trauma, and the fragile beauty of love, *Daniel Dominic* explores what happens when a heart that's been broken too many times becomes the source of something extraordinary.

A collection of random write ups and poems that doesn't rhyme 🤑 . . . . . but it's worth a look and is quite relatable, I think :) If you have gotten up from your pretentious slumber, to pour your heart out in black and white. Regretted the day later, yet relieved with the less burden you had to carry, with the help of a little venting and a little therapy along your creativity. . . . It's stupid It's not very mature, how we react at the moment of a heart break but it's life. It's okay to burst out when it needs to be let out. We all get lost sometimes, IN LOVE but we always find our way back to ourselves. Writing is an escape for me, from reality. All the hurt, the lies, the world altogether fades away as I hold my favorite pen, who's always ready to help me put my soul out there for the world to see and feel. Hope you like it :) Xoxo

I hope I had wished!

#emotion #depression