Broken Hearted Poems For Him Novels & Stories

The last thing I needed was for Kim to see me like this broken over a man who was never really mine. The biggest kind of heartbreak are the ones you feel when the person wasn’t even yours to begin with. After a while, I heard his footsteps retreat. Alone again, I closed my eyes and whispered into the darkness “Please… just come back to me, Adie.” But deep down, I knew he wouldn’t. Not now

“I gave you my heart, Julian, and you shattered it without a second thought. You were my whole world, and now it’s all gone. How could you do this to me?” The room stayed silent, offering no comfort, and she continued to cry. Her heartache echoed through the empty spaces between her broken sobs. Julian had been the greatest mistake of her life, the sole reason for her destruction.

Hіѕ ѕаd words caused mу heart to асhе, the раіn ѕо іntеnѕе аnd оvеrwhеlmіng I соuld bаrеlу brеаthе. I сlutсhеd him tіghtеr, trуіng tо соnvеу with mу body that I’d nеvеr lеt hіm gо. “I’ll аlwауѕ bе hеrе fоr you, Jоеl,” I whіѕреrеd bасk. He nuzzled his fасе deeper іntо my сhеѕt and lеt оut a small ѕіgh as I fеlt hіm slip undеr. Whіlе I lау wіdе-аwаkе staring into thе dаrknеѕѕ, hеаrtbrоkеn for mу poor lоѕt ѕоul.

My heart is aching so much that I think it is slowly breaking apart. “You won’t…” he whispered painfully. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I saw how pained he is. “I…always…gave you headache and heartaches…you almost lost your life for me that made me thinks that maybe…the Goddess of the moon was wrong to pair me up with you,” I said softly. He closed his eyes intently and when he looked at me again, his eyes are now bloodshot.

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.

He has not only broken my heart but crushed the plans I had for us. I felt heartbroken because I loved him so much. I never imagined he could be such a good actor and fool me around. I thought about all the times he made me feel special, all the sweet words he whispered in my ear. It was all a lie. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't believe I wasted a whole year of my life on him. As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop crying. I felt like my heart was shattered into a million pieces.

This is the end of what never even begun. I'm broken hearted.

The tears flowed freely, staining my cheeks with their salty remnants as my heart cried out in the silence of my apartment. I felt the ache deep within my chest, a searing pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of my being. It was a heartbreak that went beyond the realm of lost love or shattered dreams. It was a soul-deep ache, an emptiness that threatened to engulf me in its all-consuming darkness.

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.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.