Love Poems For Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Breaking someone isn’t always about force. Sometimes… It’s about isolation. --- Ariana had never felt invisible before. Not like this. --- Not in the sense of being ignored. Not in the sense of being overlooked. --- This was different. --- This was erasure. --- She walked through the school corridor again. Same building. Same people. Same environment. --- But none of it reacted to her anymore. --- Voices passed through her awareness like distant echoes. Footsteps crossed her path without hesitation.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

The reality of my insignificance to him reverberated within me, each word a reminder of my naivety. "Well, you thought wrong." My retort was a whisper, the remnants of my shattered spirit barely clinging to my voice. With a trembling hand, I wiped the tears that continued to flow, my heartache an open wound that refused to heal. The room, once a battleground of emotions, now held only the echoes of my anguish, a poignant reminder of love lost and illusions shattered.

I don't know how to answer them, I know they don't have any malice, but it accidentally touches my pain, reminds me of him again. The baby is four months old, later born, he will ask why he has an only mother but no father. Disturbing mind! It's been two months since you broke up with him, even though he was unintentional, even though he hurt me, I still can't forget him. Can't forget you made me flutter, that feeling no one else can give me. Love is sometimes like poison. I know it's poison, but I still drink it! I think this is love!

" I dropped to my knees, desperately pleading with Zach. The glass shards dug into my skin, and blood started to trickle down. But that small flame touched Shawn's drawing and it quickly went up in flames. I screamed and lunged for the drawing, but it was too late. The fire was too fierce, and the drawing turned to ashes in no time. I sat among the glass shards, letting them cut into my skin as I held the ashes. "It's gone. Everything's gone… Shawn's last drawing is gone, too…" "Shawn, I'm so sorry." I whispered to myself.

The echoes of his disappointment resonate in the now-desolate space, turning what was meant to be a haven of love into a realm of heartache and shattered expectations. The soft strains of music play in the background, a haunting melody that seems to mock the romantic intentions behind it. Unable to bear the melancholic tunes, Shane, driven by a surge of frustration, rips the speaker wires, forcefully silencing the cruel reminder of what was lost. "Our song, our moment, everything has turned into a nightmare," he cries out, the pain of heartbreak etched in every tear-streaked movement.

If you are nothing, if you don’t know anything, then life is as simple as that. Nothing. But my world of ash and grey has started sprouting flowers. The thorns are so sharp that they prick my fingertips and I feel the pain and bleed from them. There are blooms too, and they fascinate me as much. I saw the flowers, the blooming petals, and the thorns, and I momentarily forgot. I can't own anything, nothing can be mine as I lost it all and never to regain it. Love. My heart was broken most painfully, and not because the ones who loved me stopped, no. It's because they were taken away from me. So the universe has been cruel to me in that avenue.

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.