Broken Heart Poetry For Him Novels & Stories

Couldn't push him away. Locked in his gaze, I surrendered without a word. As if telling the world: This love will take me to my grave. And this grief? I'll carry it into the dirt. "Date anyone in this world," he whispered, voice cracked, heavy with something close to pain. "But not him, Hailey." His breath hitched, "He's not right for you. You think I broke you? He'll burn you alive. I didn't do all this... just to watch him come and shatter you like a joke, love."

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.

Everything hurts, even though he didn't remember feeling anything before meeting her. He thinks of the last thing she said to him: "She didn't love me." He wishes she had told him sooner. He wants to hit something, but what? His fists are clenched so tightly that he can feel the bones of his knuckles cracking together. His heart is broken into a thousand pieces. He just wanted her to say those words, to tell him they still belong to each other. It doesn't matter that he lost it all; she is all that matters.

Not hurting enough, apparently. “And if this is my last night with you, I don’t want to sleep across the hall.” He moved between my legs then lowered himself to his knees so we would be at eye level with each other. His large hands grabbed my hips and dragged me closer to him, bringing our chests together. He glanced at my lips before he looked at me again. “I don’t wear my heartbreak on my sleeve. I don’t shed tears. But just because I seem indifferent doesn’t mean that’s how I feel. You’re the only woman in the world who has ever meant anything to me. I would die for you—always. You won’t be part of my life, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have my heart. You’ll always have it with you, no

"There will never be room for another woman. She will always be the one I love." ‘A momentary attraction,’ he said... His words hit me like a freight train, and I almost stumbled backward. God, he probably had no idea how deeply his words cut me. In fact, I wasn't sure if I fully comprehended the extent of my pain. It should be physically impossible to feel one's heart breaking into pieces, but why did it feel like every damn shard was shattering and falling away? Was he actually serious?

He storms away, leaving me behind, distraught and hurt. I drop to the ground, clenching my hands into fists against the floor. My vision is blurred as the tears fall onto the back of my hands. I never knew I could feel so much pain yet be so in love with the person causing it. Am I that easy to let go of? Am I that easy to mess around with? I was so foolish to think that I'll survive a heartbreak, so damn foolish. How ridiculous of me to think I can be the flower that can grow in his dead garden. - - -

I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos. "I'm sorry but I couldn't get what you mean. I don't know what you are saying, kid. go home!" She said and to get her interest I recited the poem in front of her. "My love he was gone, But my heart still belongs to him, And he was my only happiness. He was somewhere in another world now, But my heart still hears his heart, I could feel every beat of it, And it was a pain, For our souls belongs to a different world!" I spoke loud and clear as I tried to examine her again, she was tight-lipped and began to burst out tears, unexpectedly.

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.

It felt like that as he was hugging. “There is something I should make clear to you” he said. “And what is that?,” I asked him, and he got closer, and I could hear his breathing. “You can break my heart over and over again. You can walk all over it, cut it into a million pieces. But just know that when it heals, it will always beat for you and no one but you,” he said. He then let go, I turned and looked at him and I could tell he meant every word.

He has been so nice for the past few days, if he is trying to compensate for that horrific night, then he's wrong. I will never forgive him. My shattered form, filled with dread is beyond any redemption... My heart is broken like a glass, its shards are pricking my soul, bleeding it to death...