Break Up Poems That Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. ....

I have to write new songs for an album too. I sigh. "I need words. I need words." I muttered to myself as I massage my temples. I stare at my empty glass and I think of Miranda again. I think of the words she just said to herself a while ago. I think of her confession that shattered my entire world into pieces. I take a pause as I begin to write down some words that suddenly fills my head. You say you’re a mess You said that you’re broke All that I see are crystal tears Shining through these empty fears

“I’m so sorry—so sorry…” I screamed into his chest, clawing at his arms, shaking violently as the pain crushed me. My whole soul cracked open, bleeding into the cold room. “It’s gone! My baby—my baby is gone!” He held me tighter, but it didn’t stop the truth from slicing me apart. I pushed against him, hitting his chest weakly, my cries louder with every word. “Why me? Why always me? Why everything I love gets destroyed?” Zack’s tears fell onto my hair. His arms trembled around me. “I’ll fix it—I’ll do anything—I’ll give you everything, just don’t break, please don’t break…”

caused me to cry. "From the very first day, I know I'm weak. I'm so easily hurt, I'm so soft to the point that I'm quick to cry. I just look okay... because I have to, so I try to look okay. But deep inside ... I'm crushed. Because... the thickness of my face hurts when I see him with someone else... well, I'm the one who broke up."

Why am I so utterly miserable? ​The street stretched endlessly before her, every step she took only heightening her sense of alienation and emptiness. Her tear-filled eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to grant herself a false warmth. But the shivering came from within—from the deepest recess of her broken soul. She no longer knew who she was or where she belonged now that the illusion she had spent years building had shattered.

I began reading the poem he has posted. *What do I do, When I'm still in love with you? You walked away, 'Cause you didn't want to stay. You broke my heart, you tore me apart. Every day I wait for you, Telling myself our love was true. But when you don't show, more tears start to flow. That's when I know I have to let go.* I narrowed my eyes at the screen, was it for me? Why would it be for me?

'I'ndigo 'L'ily 'O'riental poppy 'V'iolet 'E'nglish Bluebell 'Y'arrow 'O'rchid 'U'rsinia I stared at it for a minute before throwing my chair away from the desk as far away as possible. The words were haunting me. It couldn't be true. This wasn't true. It was a lie. Just like all of it was a lie. I don't believe him. I looked down and felt frustrated. Wanting to rip my hair out, I stare above. Tears flow down from either side of my cheek. I wasn't supposed to cry. But I can't. I wasn't supposed to feel. But I can't. I was supposed to move on. But it just complicated things more. It just messed my mind more. I want to scream out loud. Throw my legs and hands out in frustration. If only I had

🎵 I believed in us, in a future bright, But now I'm lost, searching for the light, The truth's a bitter pill, I can't swallow, My heart's in pieces, it's hard to follow. 🎵 The love we had, now it's torn apart, A masterpiece undone, a story with no start, My emotions are a canvas, a work of painful art, Why did you choose to break my heart?🎵 🎶🎶 Why did you choose to break my heart? It left me torn apart, my world torn apart, Promises shattered, like a fractured work of art, Why did you choose to break my heart?

I know it’s not easy to write about such a topic, but I received some truly fantastic and entertaining submissions—more than I was able to post, so I want to thank you all! Everyone stay at it and don’t get discouraged by a few halfwits and Gloomy Garys here and there. And when you have that breakup that seems to knock you off your rocker: drink a few margaritas (with extra salt), rent a couple corny, syrupy romance movies, have some ice cream, go buy some wine and get back on your feet! Oh… and read my blog if you need some clueless oaf to laugh at for a moment. But most of all, don’t forget that you’re all wonderful.

I know it’s not easy to write about such a topic, but I received some truly fantastic and entertaining submissions—more than I was able to post, so I want to thank you all! Everyone stay at it and don’t get discouraged by a few halfwits and Gloomy Garys here and there. And when you have that breakup that seems to knock you off your rocker: drink a few margaritas (with extra salt), rent a couple corny, syrupy romance movies, have some ice cream, go buy some wine and get back on your feet! Oh… and read my blog if you need some clueless oaf to laugh at for a moment. But most of all, don’t forget that you’re all wonderful.