Broken Hearted Poems For Him Novels & Stories

He looked so utterly broken, I didn't even know where to start mending him. "I just... came out here for a drink because the weather looked great... I fell asleep and that's why I didn't hear you calling." He exhaled sharply, his head bowing. "You can't ever leave me, Vesper. You can't." His gaze met mine, his broken plea nearly dragging the words I won't out of me. I couldn't look away. Why was he so pathetic... Why did he make me feel so sorry for him? I reached for his face, my hand trembling.

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.

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

I thought many times to kill myself but somewhere a hope that I will meet you again I used to curse my fate all the time because you got hurt due to me you are thinking only your heart is broken infact hurting and breaking your heart made my heart to broken into uncountable pieces sobb the worst thing of anyone is acting like you don't care about the person you love the most you don't know how many times I tried to coax this broken heart . I went near her I don't know how to make her calm she is crying very painfully I lifted her in my arms and laid her on coach and said "please ash stop crying iam sorry iam a fool I was hurt so talked like that I love you ash I love only you please don't cr

“James, you can’t do this to me, to us. We’ve been together for three years! All I did was love you. You’ve treated me like trash—cheating on me with other girls, hitting me—and now you’re just going to break up with me?” The weight of his words crushed me, with my heart shattered into pieces . How could he do this? After everything I’d endured for him? Tears began to fall, blurring my vision as I left the apartment in an unsteady manner due to the heartache I felt, my body shaking from crying. Each step away from him felt heavier than the last, like I was sinking into a dark, endless pit. ---

Has the cupid's arrow broken for our hearts? Lucas! Don't let your love grow cold! Let me mild your heart with my love again! My eyes just watered with tears. My tears kept falling down endlessly. Nothing I can feel but the pain in my chest. I can't imagine how sad I am at this very moment. Being heartbroken in such a thing that I had ever dreamed in my entire life. The past was so much hurtful. His sweet smiles!Warm hugs! His touches that drives me foolishly.

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...

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

His shoulders rise and fall rapidly with pent-up anger radiating off him. “I lost our baby. Didn’t I?” I pull back and look at him, using the back of my hand to wipe my nose. “Yes.” He hoarsely grounds out in English as he looks down at me with tears threatening his eyes. “No….” I cry out, and he crushes me to him. So he wasn’t able to ruin me physically, just emotionally destroyed me. My heart begins to feel heavy with heartache, and I can understand how a broken heart can be the death of you.