Famous Poems About Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

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.

Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie." Much later, the glass box that held the preserved camellia was etched with a message. "In the grid of time, spring and autumn always pass each other by. One person's silence is sorrow, while two people's silence is farewell. A tsunami raged in both our hearts, but we couldn't bear to let the other know. Just like the camellia in late March, quietly falling when the wind sings its final verse."

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

Esmeralda For the first time in my life, I experienced heartbreak. This was not the regular heartbreak I was used to, this heartbreak was different. The heartbreak from a loved one. My mate. The heartbreak from a loved one is the most painful heartbreak ever. It comes from within, shattering the heart into a thousand pieces, crushing the soul and leaving one vulnerable. My heart was shattered. I was broken. I was vulnerable. My hopes of becoming Luna were dashed.

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.

Sitting up, my pulse quickens. Calum wrote me back. My baby replied. I can’t see the content of the email from the notification bar, but the subject is the same as what I’ve been using: Letters to my love. My fingers tremble as I tap on the email. God, please. Just this one thing. But God has forsaken me. What is heartbreak? Heartbreak is nineteen words from the boyfriend you haven’t heard from in over a month. As I reread the content of Calum’s email, I know I’ll never be the same again.

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. - - -

someone whispered frantically, pulling at Nelly. They cursed at her, one after another. "Didn’t you say you were married to Drake? Say something, you home-wrecker! Look what you’ve gotten us into!" "I told you we shouldn’t have gone so far. You didn’t listen!" "When did you ever say that?" someone else snapped back. I watched them turn on each other and smiled. This was only the beginning. Not only had they broken my expensive items, but they'd also put me in the hospital. They were facing jail time for sure.

“It was said to hold the power to change our fate, but only if mended by true love.” I eyed the pendant, realization dawning on me. “You mean...” He nodded. “The day it broke was the day I handed you the divorce papers. I believed it was a sign, confirming my decision to let you go was right.” “But why did it break?” I pressed, the urgency evident in my voice. His gaze met mine, filled with anguish. “It broke when I lied to you about my reasons for wanting the divorce.” I staggered back, the weight of his words sinking in. "You lied? But why?"