Broken Heart Poems To Him Novels & Stories

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

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.

"I know I’ve made mistakes, Sophia. I know I let you down when you needed me most. But I’m not that same man anymore. I’m trying to make things right." Sophia felt her resolve waver. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, see the pain in his eyes. But the scars of the past were still fresh, and she wasn’t sure if she could let herself be vulnerable again—especially with him. "I don’t know if it’s enough," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "What if we’re just setting ourselves up for more pain?"

I said, turning on my heel and left him there alone with a… Broken heart.

His promises, once filled with hope and certainty, had been left unfulfilled, shattered by the circumstances that neither of them had expected. Isla could feel the weight of his sorrow as if it were her own, the heaviness of the love they once shared and the heartache of its loss pressing against her chest. She couldn’t help but cry, the tears coming unbidden, as the depth of his pain resonated deep within her. The ache in his voice was a mirror of the ache in her own heart—a pain that was familiar, one they had both carried in different ways. In that moment, she understood, perhaps for the first time, the true extent of the wounds they had both suffered.

The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be. He wasn’t my lover, but it felt like a breakup. The emotions swirling inside me were a jumbled mix of grief, loss, and yearning. Though we'd never been romantically involved, the connection I'd felt with him had run deep. Now, it seemed like that connection was severed, leaving me feeling bereft and disoriented. The sense of emptiness was palpable, as if I'd lost something precious. I struggled to put into words the depth of my feelings, but the pain was undeniable.

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.

I loved him that much, but look what he did to me. He breaks my heart into pieces and this time, it would be hard to fix it. No one can fix my broken heart. I know forgetting him would take a time but I will work on it. If I needed to kill my heart just to remove him, I would do that. I just don't want him to disturb my head after what he did to me.