Emotional Deep Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

"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.

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

" Stop this Dylan please stop this." "You can't mend a broken glass. I am broken beyond repair." You destroyed me the day I learned to love you. To feel something for you. Then how can you expect me to give you that piece of mine once again when you already broke it with your own hands. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.

"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.

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

"What the hell? ``Max exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock... Tbc.... A poem composed by me.. Emotions (Tears) Tears is a one time feeling; Pain in the heart, fortified the body; Uncontrollable it comes; Feel lonely, battling the emotion; Can't control emotions with a broken heart. Wrapping out the feeling ; Letting out the pain; Thought it's a dream; Smiling behind those hurtful memories m Can't control emotions with a broken heart. Sitting alone in the dark and quiet room; Singing your heart out with a emotional music; Crying, regretting, feeling cursed; Thinking alone in the dark room; Can't control emotions with a broken heart. Tbc... Did he find out, or it's another thing…

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.