Novel & Cerita Broken Heart Poems To Him

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.

The yacht, once envisioned as the backdrop of a joyous occasion, now stands as a silent witness to his heartbreak. "Today, I had imagined proposing to her, and now she's left me," he utters, his voice initially laced with a hollow attempt at humor before unraveling into anguished sobs. A peculiar ache pulses through his heart, an indescribable pain that feels as though a festering wound is contaminating his very essence. All that remains is a desperate yearning for liberation from this overwhelming despair.

“At full volume.” I gasped. “Wow. Rude.” “True.” I stuck my tongue out at him even though he couldn’t see. The room calmed again. Until he sighed… the sad type of sigh that makes your heart sit up. “She broke your heart, right?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to. I faced him. “You’ll be okay.” “I don’t feel okay.” “That’s normal,” I said softly. “Heartbreak feels like someone removed your battery.”

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

They thought we were in love with each other, but when you grew up as we did, then you’d know, family is important. ‘You have to understand that I can’t just hand you my heart either because people trampled on it already. I don’t even know if I can piece it back together. You know, like Humpty Dumpty, some parts are now so tiny they're like chalk. What do you do with that? I’m broken, and you probably won’t want me, anyway.’ ‘I have to go. Let me wash these, so you can leave,’ she scrambled to leave again, scared of his answer.

One thing is for sure He is going to break my heart again and this time beyond any repair. ***TBC***

He just held her. His chin rested on the crown of her head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over like a prayer. “I’m so sorry, Beauty.” She dug her fingers into the back of his coat. “Why does it still hurt so much?” “Because love never disappears,” he said. “Even when it’s shattered.” They stood there—two broken people inside a cathedral of words—neither speaking, neither moving, just breathing the same air again for the first time in what felt like lifetimes.

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”