Broken Hearted Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

“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.

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

"What..." "Just fuck you! Fuck you for making my life miserable! Fuck you for... getting the only woman I loved in that kind of situation! Fuck you because... you are the reason she's gone now!" His screams chilled me. I felt something hit my heart. I felt like I had lost myself. I felt like I was stuck in darkness. I felt numb and... broken at the same time.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

Pain makes the heart weak, It breaks from the inside, It could cloud our judgment, And break lovers apart... ©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV Pain. All I felt was pain. All I remembered was pain. My heart was broken all over again, my body was waging a war against my mind. I couldn't think straight and all I saw was darkness. I pushed myself to the limit, telling myself there was light after this. My body was in pain yet I struggled to keep moving. And then it was like there was a door.

Only the deafening silence… **Of despair. Her head dropped, her spirit slowly being drained away. **“I can’t…”** **“I can’t hold on much longer…”** The cold, unfeeling walls around her seemed to close in. The weight of her heartbreak suffocated her. **“I’m losing…”** **“Everything…”** **“Alex…”** Her lips barely moved as her head fell forward. **“I love you…”** **“But I don’t know if I can keep holding on…”**

"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.

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.

My breaths come in ragged gasps, my body trembling as the torrent of grief drowns me. "Braxton," I manage to choke out between sobs, "I can't... I can't bear it." “Eloise, hang on!” -”Eloise! No!”- And then, the weight of my emotions has become too much to bear, my body goes limp in Braxton’s arms. My eyelids flutter, and my world dissolves into darkness as my consciousness is living me, my fragile spirit unable to withstand the brutal assault of my heartbreak.

He had rejected me. A choked sob tore from my throat, my knees buckling beneath me as I collapsed onto the rough wooden floor. My body trembled violently, wracked with the weight of my sorrow. The dam I had built around my heart shattered, unleashing a flood of emotions I had tried so hard to suppress. Tears streamed down my face in relentless rivers, my fingers clenching into the fabric of my dress as though I could physically hold myself together. But I was breaking—splintering like glass beneath the force of my anguish.