Novel & Cerita Short Poems For A Broken Heart

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

But nothing has been more foolish than the decision I made to take the tea at once. Who was in fooling… myself? The liquid burns my throat when I sip. Mateo’s eyes shamelessly tracks the movement of my throat. He watches the motion of swallowing. Then chuckles. Few minutes later the meeting ended. I collect my tablet. My hands move with precision but my chest is tight. Anger sits beneath my ribs like a stone. I walk to my desk. I set the tablet down harder than necessary. I need to avoid the impulse to drive my fist through transparent walls.

I still believe That we were meant to happen Even if it weren’t meant to be I think love still can be beautiful Even if you have sift through The pain of a bitter ending To get to sweeter memories I’m glad your path crossed with mine And that once upon a time, We looked at one another Like our eyes held the answer To everything Its going to take me Some time to heal, but I know that what we had was real We changed each other’s hearts And you left an imprint on my soul Despite all that lies between us now I hope that you know That a part of me Will always be Holding you Poems were a way that I expressed my soul and vulnerability. * * *

she cried I couldn't say anything, I wanted to call her out so much, watching her look for me so helplessly breaks my heart. I wore a smile on my face, I can't believe she just did that, she's one heck of a woman, that's my young lady. I black out. Peace My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.

The audience gets quiet, waiting to hear what I’m going to say. “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.” Unapologetically Me By Lotta Patterson © 2021 You tried to break me, But I’m unbreakable. You tried to shake me,

Amid swirling energies, a whispered confession hung in the cosmic air, a declaration that transcended the boundaries of time and space. The celestial dance quickened, echoing the heartbeat of the cosmic symphony. Words of love and longing resonated in the cosmic winds, a declaration that defied the constraints of mortal existence. Each step forward was a leap into the unknown, where the gravitational pull of emotions eclipsed the cosmic forces that sought to unravel our intertwined destinies.

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.