Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

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.

I let my fear speak louder than my heart, and he heard it loud and clear. I turn to leave, because there’s nothing left to say. No apology will fix what I broke. No deal will buy back time. But as I walk away, each step feels heavier than the last. The weight of everything I left unsaid is crushing. Outside, the city air is cool, the streetlights casting long shadows that stretch like ghosts. I inhale sharply, trying to steady the shudder in my chest. But it’s no use. My heart is in pieces all over again.

Adrian heard his own voice coming from the phone, saying, "I'm marking Sophia purely out of responsibility. Even if I mark her, I'll still put you first." His face instantly turned frantic as he stammered, "No! That's not what I meant. "Flora was crying and asking if I'd ever speak to her again after marking you. In my heart, Flora's just like a young, naive girl-next-door. I only said those things to comfort her."

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

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

“Go on, Go on and break my heart. Go on, Go on and break my heart. Reject me, Plunge your sword into my broken heart.” My arms now outstretched looking to the sky exposing my heart and my throat as I continued to spin and stomp. “Go on, Go on and break my heart. Go on, Go on and break my heart. Oh lord, you kill me with your disappointment. Just one kiss before I die.” Our bodies sway and shimmy. We all fall to the floor as the song closes.

The words came out in a whisper, barely audible beneath the sound of rain — but in the hollow of her broken heart, they echoed endlessly, like a prayer that would never be answered.

"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.

The pain her heart and soul was feeling. Some things break but don't make a sound. Like her soul shattered into pieces but no one heard it. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart. 

The poem goes as follows: His “Lost in the darkness, Shattered pieces of my broken heart, Loneliness in my soul, never thought it would heal. Then he came along. Never in million years, would I have though he would be mine? He picked up the pieces of my broken heart. He became a companion to my lonely soul. He took me by surprise. The darkest times of them all, He brought me the stars to light my path. When all I did was cry, He patiently held me in his arms. When he was not around, he would just call and listen to me runt. He doesn’t know how low I was when he picked me up. He had no clue the broken pieces he fixed .He has no idea how much of me is his .My heart belongs to him, so does my s