Breakup Poetry Novels & Stories

But the distance between them was growing, and soon Celeste couldn't hear anymore. She got in her car and drove off. Not long after she left, Trevor also got into his car and drove away. In other words, after completing their divorce, the two of them didn't even say goodbye.

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

"Until you said I am not you're life. I'm just A part of it. A rain fell down I cried like there's no Tomorrow I love you all my life But you broke my heart You make me cry Cry..." I still remember when Justine was. These are the times when we are both confused. The time we broke up.. "Bridges: Then someone told Me all you've said is A lie Because all your life You care for only one You love once And it's me

How could he let go of my hand? Slowly, I fell to the floor, my sobs echoing in the silence. The weight of his words and absence pressed down on me, suffocating me with grief and confusion. How could everything we shared be so easily discarded? And just like that, a life I had envisioned with Levi was suddenly a closed chapter and all that was left was a life of loneliness ahead. ***** I found comfort in the bottle of red wine after hours had gone by since the breakup. Each gulp made me feel so alive and disgusted at the same time. The tingling sensation surged through my throat, intensifying with each passing second.

"Right now. Just come." I hang up, still sitting there in the wreckage of my love, waiting for someone else's grief to arrive, and I think about how strange it is that the world keeps breaking people even when you're already broken. The last candle flickers and goes out. I don't light it again.

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

The tears came unbidden, a silent storm that washed over her, leaving behind a trail of heartache and unanswered questions. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Lily succumbed to the weariness that had settled into her bones. Sleep, though elusive, finally embraced her in its tender arms. The night unfolded in a blur of restless dreams and fleeting moments of solace. As the first light of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, Lily stirred from her restless slumber. The reality of the breakup hit her afresh, sending waves of sorrow crashing against the fragile walls of her composure. The apartment, once filled with shared laughter and whispered promises, echoed with silence and the haunting memori

I looked up at her, water filling my eyes, "Kye and I just broke up," I muttered, letting the words resonate in me. We broke up. Two years and... that's it. It almost seemed anti-climatic. As if there was supposed to be more, like a big argument or something that meant we'd never meet again. But here it was- the cold hard truth- it was mundane. A mundane, emotional and messy breakup. Brie gasped, pulling me into a hug and I just cry into her shoulder. I was an ugly mess but I couldn't have cared less. May joined in and soon I was crying into both of my friend's arms. There was no sign of Thalia anywhere.

The least he could do is explain what happened. I sat up feeling mad and hungry, I knew I would regret it later but my fingers are already stroking the keyboard, typing out my frustrations and the words that I've been meaning to write ever since I woke up. I typed out all the crappy lyrics pouring out of my soul and crying occasionally. I didn't even realise that my heart hurts so bad until I wrote it down in words, I imagined singers crying their heart out when they were writing break up songs. This doesn't feel any different. Mr Young hurt me badly when he disappeared but that hurt doesn't even come close to the time I had witnessed him kissing someone else.