Breakup Poetry Novels & Stories

"Jo..." Celeste held the phone, paused briefly, then asked, "Are you still angry at me?" Jordyn turned her face away. She wanted to say yes, but then worried that Celeste might feel upset, so she answered very softly, "A little..." "I'm sorry. It's my fault," Celeste said. Hearing that, Jordyn's heart softened, but the hurt was still there. She said, "Mom, you can't keep breaking your promises like this in the future, okay?"

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♡♡♡ ___

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

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

Why each word that comes out of your lips deepens the crack in this already cracked mirror. I was trying to build a bridge to reach your side but you keep on widening the gap....I don't know when the crevice got turned into a rift and the rift into a valley...but I just fear that don't go that far that even the longest of bridge can't connect our two broken Half's. That I die from that same cliff trying to reach you...but you have already turned your back on me and started your journey to the continentality of the plains with someone else's hands in yours...