Historias de Lovelost

Was it all just one sided? Did she never love him? Why did he not choose her over the other? How can she leave him without leaving a single trace of where she went?

Henry deals with losing the love of his life Lilien and goes on a journey to learn how to love again. This is basically my first ever serious book that I have actually put time into and I hope that you enjoy it. I got inspired to write this by a tiktok I saw explaining how there will always be a woman behind a man that learned how to love, so I took that and decided to write my sad yet beautiful story.

"Petals of a Rose" is a heart-wrenching, lyrical poem about love, heartbreak, and the fragility of trust. It explores the pain of unfulfilled romance, the longing for connection, and the devastation of being cast aside. With vivid imagery and emotional depth, it captures the raw beauty of love lost and the ache of a shattered heart.

Each poem is a branch on the tree of conflict. It grows under the strain of pain and suffering but is easily nourished with love and forgiveness. Like the tree I stand tall among the destruction of the world. Like the tree my mind is dark and tainted by the ashes of the fires that burn so bright. Like the tree I withstand the tides as they change around me. I am the tree, and as I burn I shall embrace the darkness of fire.

When love is lost, only rage remains...the war has just begun.

Sugar and spice, And everything nice, That's what little girls are made of. A small collection of abuse and love lost poetry.

Fuck. My retinas are scorching. And I'm pretty sure this light is the great white light coming to take me to oblivion. What the fuck did I do last night? Turning, and squinting I might add, my question changes to *who* did I do last night? Shit, I shouldn't have moved. Too late. Is this what being seasick feels like? Cause it sucks. It sucks balls. Old,smelly dinosaur balls, as some would say. The part that suck even more is that I'm not anywhere *near* salt water! And what's with all this light?! Leaning back doesn't help. It's confirmed now. *Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Now open.* Shit, there's a half-naked blonde next to me! Need to get her out. Now. I quietly tap her on her shoulder, but she's out. Tap a little harder. Nothing. I have converted over to shaking her and she's still out for the count. I can't even remember her name, so that's pointless. Plan B. This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker. *"Holy fuck!"* Yeah, definitely hurt like a motherfucker. Don't try this at home. My ears are ringing and my brain is pounding so badly that I think it might explode and all this isn't helping the sick to the stomach feeling I'm getting. But it worked. She stirs and turns so slowly to the point where it becomes annoying and I wanna throw her off the bed, but she eventually opens her eyes. "Hey?" She's smiling like I didn't just scream as if there's a serial killer in the house. "Hi." Well, this isn't awkward at all. My throat is burning. My voice is croaky, I just realized. I need water. And sleep. Maybe death will help. Never bringing a girl home again. *Don't be insensitive.* "Look... last night was fun. Really, it was. But we don't know each other, and you seem really sweet and *fun*. But my parents are gonna be home soon... So-" "So you're kicking me out." "No! No, no, no! Just... Maybe... Hurry it up?" Her face twists.

No matter how many miles apart, you'll always be in my heart <3

This was about an ex-boyfriend I had that never appreciated my friendship and what I had to offer

This is an autobiography of a girl who.been through so much bt yet she smiles

The walls here are gray, but they've never felt unfamiliar. In Cell 17, everything is stripped down to the truth-no one pretending to care, no one asking you to smile just to make them feel better. There's just silence, steel, and the sound of your own memories clawing their way back. Imani has had time to think. Time to sit with the ghosts of her childhood. Time to ask herself: How did I end up here? But the truth is, she didn't break overnight. The breaking started years ago, in a house where the lights stayed on but the love never showed up. A house where her father's voice could freeze a room. Where her mother's arms were never for her. Where being "the smart one" was the only way to be seen-until even that wasn't enough. She wasn't born for prison. But she was raised inside one long before the bars were made of iron. This is her story. The one no one asked for. The one no one believed she'd survive long enough to tell. From the outside, it just looks like Cell 17. But from in here, it's the only place she's ever been able to speak freely. And for once... She's going to tell it all.

The story follows the tragic tale of Rosie and Zephyr, two souls entwined in a heart-wrenching journey of love and despair. Set against the backdrop of a cold and unforgiving world, Rosie seeks solace in a washroom, while Zephyr desperately tries to reach her. As Rosie's inner turmoil unfolds, culminating in a fateful decision, Zephyr's futile attempts to save her only deepen the tragedy. Their final moments together are marked by sorrow, regret, and an unbreakable bond that transcends the limits of mortality. Ultimately, their story is one of love lost, fate sealed, and the enduring echoes of a love that could never be.

what once was isn't as your mind remembers

Basically, this is series of eleven poems, in no chronological order at all. I write what I feel at that certain time. So join me as I give you eleven offerings of when I was in my feels... A love that enhances. A love that hurts. Questions of the heart. A love that changes with the weather!

Poetry: When Midnight Falls Poetry didn't exist for us to express our feelings, but was designed to express to those people you aren't alone in any scenario you are sitting. When Midnight Falls explore a world of heartbreak, away from spotlight and divine lessons to those who felt unwanted. Poems like Bubbles 2.0 portrays a story of being wanted; Perfect pictures an imagery of someone being better than you. Barely Know and Price Tag project to let people question their worth. Instagram: @poetrybyilhan

hindi ibig sabihin love story pang babae.. o babae lagi nagkkwento.. lagi ko sya nakikita pero wala akong guts magpakilala. until one day i got a call and it changed my life..

Everyone has a story, sometimes I wonder if mine was supposed to go the way it did. While you sit and laugh, I cry, because my ears won't stop ringing, because my feet ache when I walk, but mostly, because my heart is broken. Most Impressive Ranking # 1 in love lost out of 260 stories Other Rankings # 26 in control out of 6.1K stories # 36 in helpless out of 2.3K stories # 47 in romance out of 677 stories

Wistful words for a remembered lover complete drabble

Love lost and love gained is a struggle, it's just a game of continuous push and pull, but who wins? Do you win when love is lost or gained?