Novel & Cerita Broken Heart Poems To Him

As I continue to helplessly stare after Dmitris’ fading figure, I collapse to my knees-my right knee hitting the wet concrete ground first, then, my left. Pain disperses across the hard balls of my kneecaps, but the foreboding pain of heartbreak that continues to seep into the roots of my heart outweighs any other pain my body is slowly trying to register. He left me. In the rain. Crying. Heartbroken. Alone. I hate him!

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

Around midnight, a heavy downpour started, he stood in the middle of the street and let the rain wash down on him as if cleansing him from his heartbreak. He found himself in a park, an abandoned park with litters laying every where, he walked to a bench and sat down, the rain still falling on him. The flowers have lost their beauty, they looked rough and crumpled, he watched as some petals fell off with a wave of his hand. He had his first heartbreak at eighteen and now he was receiving his second at twenty one and yet, he hasn't learnt his lesson, it still hurt like the first time.

I snapped, hitting his chest once, hard. “It broke me the moment I realized I almost lost you. It broke me when I had to stand in that room and hear about how you were poisoned like a goddamn pawn. It broke me when I realized I could have not even get the chance to say goodbye.” My voice cracked again, and this time, when I hit his chest, it wasn’t out of anger. It was out of grief. I collapsed against him.

He had not only broken my heart but my trust, my willingness to love another again and my soul. "Baby please - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am so so sorry. I have a problem baby, I was trying and trying but then -" He breathed heavy as his eyes started to pool with tears. "Please don't leave me beautiful, I ne - I need you. I can't live without you, please." His voice cracked as the violent tears waterfalled down his eyes. And the worst part was my heart hurt more for him than it did for myself.

His eyes burned with intensity, with something I hadn’t seen in him before—something that made my breath hitch. “Then where were you?” I could feel my voice thick with emotion as I struggled to push him away. “Where were you when my father took his life because of that scandal? When your family was hatching plans to destroy mine? When my mother went into a coma from the shock, and then... then she died?” My voice broke, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, the weight of my pain overwhelming me.

It felt as if the world had turned its back on her, leaving her to drown in a sea of sorrow. The pain was overwhelming, stabbing at her chest with each beat of her broken heart. How could he leave her like this? It was as if their love meant nothing to him. Ivy's tears flowed freely, the salty drops mixing with her anguish. She had trusted him, believed in him, only to be left abandoned, an afterthought in his mind. The ache in her soul was unbearable, a constant reminder of his desertion. She wished she could erase the memory, and forget the pain, but it lingered, consuming her every thought.

For the future I had worked tirelessly to build—I had to break up with him. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to dial. The thought of breaking his heart, of shattering our world with a few faltering words, was more than I could bear. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as despair engulfed me, pulling me under its dark waves. I crawled onto the bed, hugging my pillow tightly, burying my face into its softness as if it could absorb the pain that consumed me. My cries were muffled but no less heart-wrenching as they filled the quiet of my room. The threatening note lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the agony of a heart being torn apart by forces greater than itself.

I need to know the genuine reason behind his decision to break my heart. I had given him everything – my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly, but all he did was shatter my heart into countless pieces. I'm still picking up the fragments, attempting to mend them. I'm holding onto the hope that one day, my heart will heal. Tony's invitation to go on a date is stirring up the pain of my past. Three months have passed since Cameron broke up with me, yet the pain remains as fresh as if it had happened only a day ago. The wound is still raw, still stinging in my heart.

he uttered, leaving me devastated. The concept of heartbreak had always seemed abstract to me, but at that moment, I was experiencing its tangible reality. Asher’s gaze locked with mine as he uttered those words, and it felt like his words pierced my chest like a sharp dagger. Instantly, a profound sense of emptiness engulfed my being, as if a vital part of my soul had been irretrievably lost. In many ways, it had. I had lost my soul. I lost my mate. Tears started surfacing in my eyes, and there was no way I could hold them back. Unable to look at Asher, I turned away and started walking toward the exit. A small part of me hoped that perhaps he would follow me. But he didn’t.