Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

" My love! Are you hurt? Remember! Don't leave without telling us anything. Also, didn't I tell you that don't talk to strangers!?" How to describe a heartache romantically? Agony of heart? How does a poet create beautiful poems of heartbreak? I don't know. Because it doesn't feel like Autumn's unwelcome wind or winter's unbearable cold. That pain is something indescribable. It doesn't suit any line of those poems. A stranger? Yes. I am the stranger here. But since I am a human too. Can't he be a little considered for my heart? Why is he so eager to break it like he is breaking some candy glass?

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.

Standing at the breaking point. Letting the fracture speak.

Her voice dropped, intimate, conspiratorial, like we were old friends sharing secrets instead of strangers circling each other in a war that had only just begun. "Be careful with that heart, sweetheart." The words were soft, almost kind, and utterly poisonous. "It's been frozen for a reason. Some of us learned that lesson the hard way too. Some of us learned that when ice cracks, it doesn't always melt. Sometimes it just breaks."

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,

I was surprised that his handwriting didn’t upgrade as the centuries went on. One of his poems caught my eye. It was titled: Nothing Left I’ve grown a fear of intimacy. allowing you to get so close that your fires burn the very flesh that bound me together. Breaking down the walls I’ve built to protect my core. My heart resides in the shambles of the broken pieces left behind. Parts of me left a shadow of what once was whole. Bits and pieces fell in the path behind me. Being stolen by ignoble beholders. Until there’s nothing left.

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.

I feel like I'm being pulled into the deepest part of the ocean and drowning me with blood gushing out of my mouth as I try to speak to lessen the pain but butterflies kept on slicing my tongue which is keeping me mute. They were just staring at me without any trace of remorse as my heart flowed in the river of thorns. Tearing it apart. I heard a cracking sound which I thought was the mirror but then, I realized that it was just my heart breaking into pieces. That it was just every part of me shattering into pieces. The strength I have earned for this day flew away in the space where everything I had faded in my sight. It all faded into nothingness. It's so dark.

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night