Breakup Poetry Novels & Stories

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

My other self is walking towards me, about to crown my head with thorns of pain and beauty. Beauty through the pain, My other self is staring at me through a broken mirror. Mirror of my broken self, mirror of the broken soul She is screaming, Screaming silently at me for leaving her to decay. Leaving her lost, to burn To end. The end is walking fast. Moving like the wind Moving till I can’t see.

and all the things that caused the pain come back and give me back your hug come back and give my love to me I can't live a single day without you you were my destiny you left me broken in thousand pieces and it reflects nothing to see I can't love again in life with all that is left is pain ◇PARV POV◇ What she mean she likes him am I the fool here loving her for all these years I loved her more than anything how can you do this candy he hurted you bloody he slapped but you said you like him how can someone like the person who slapped us it is not possible then how you can love him candy you're my world since from childhood I love the way you're I was impressed to your each and every small g

As I entered the palace, I ignored the greetings from the workers as I made my way into my dimly lit room, the suffocating silence enveloped me like a shroud. The walls, once adorned with portraits of art works which gave me happy moments, now stared back at me with empty eyes. I sank onto my bed, the weight of my grief pressing me down. I felt sick, a wave of nausea crashing over me with each breath. The pain of the breakup was like a festering wound, throbbing with every beat of my broken heart. The room felt smaller, suffocating me as I gasped for air. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t even want to. She was gone due to my stupidity.

I can still smell her hair if I close my eyes, the memory of her is beside me. The morning comes into my window. Missy has called me three times. I text her that I will go out to dinner with her. I need the day to collect my thoughts, for they are everywhere. Eating at my soul like a poisonous viper. The thing about vipers is they rattle their tails and prepare to bite down on their victims. That's how this breakup with Sam has destroyed me. We broke up, confessed our love, and gave each other up in our own way. Cupid doesn't want us to be together. It's not rewritten in our stars.

It doesn't matter. "My heart was broken, and you pieced it back together, Nick... You mended me with your infinite patience, and I loved you with all of me. With all that was left of me. Thank you for everything," I take a deep breath, inhaling his lemon scent, preparing myself for the next words finally reaching the edge. I cry for him one last time.

I don't know how to answer them, I know they don't have any malice, but it accidentally touches my pain, reminds me of him again. The baby is four months old, later born, he will ask why he has an only mother but no father. Disturbing mind! It's been two months since you broke up with him, even though he was unintentional, even though he hurt me, I still can't forget him. Can't forget you made me flutter, that feeling no one else can give me. Love is sometimes like poison. I know it's poison, but I still drink it! I think this is love!

“I promised it would be you and me forever and ever. But I don’t know anymore.” My hands tremble as I lean against the tree, the rough bark scraping harshly against my skin. I’m surely going to have bruises after this. I can’t believe it—I’m actually watching a live breakup. Although I haven’t seen the woman’s face or heard her voice, perhaps she is like me—when I start crying, I can’t talk. In fact, what would you say if your boyfriend was breaking up with you? And why would they meet in this garden? Oh, maybe this was their secret spot.

I recite the poem in my mind: "Since you walked away, how many places have become vain and meaningless, like lights in the day. like lights in the day. Afternoons that were a niche for your image, music in which you always awaited me, words of that time, I will have to break them with my hands. In what hollow will I hide my soul so that it will not see your absence that like a terrible sun, without sunset, shines definitive and merciless? Your absence surrounds me like a rope around my throat,

I wanted to hit the table in frustration with myself. "Isn't that enough to say that I love her?" "Love is like a piece of paper, you can tear it into pieces, but once it's broken? It will never be the same." I grinned at what he said. "Since when did you become a poet?" "It's true, dude." He chuckled at me. "I don't know." I said weakly, then tapped the table, then pressed the rim of the glass against my forehead. "Forget about Isabelle, forget about the other girls." He grinned at me.