Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

"In the silent alleys of the heart, Trapped is a deep pain. A love once so pure and beautiful, Now torn apart by hidden lies. Lips that once whispered eternal promises, Now break the shackles of trust. Your heart is broken by betrayal, A wound not easily healed. Tears flow like a rushing river, Flooding every corner of your empty heart. Disappointment and anger fill the recesses of your soul, eroding the warmth you once felt. In the darkness, you wail alone, whimpering of loss beyond measure. And yet, from the devastation emerges." "Inside her silenced chest, The wife cries in the dark. Her heart is cut, an invisible wound, When love once so strong, Now withers and fades, like a dead flower.

Her heart seems to be breaking into pieces, making her feel numb. Midnight neighed, seeming to feel its owner's desolation. ****😳😢😳****

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

with her shattered heart, There is nothing left. . Now she can't do anything. Nothing could give life to broken shatter pieces of her heart. It's all gone... All gone...... ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Or so she thought.

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’

But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering. The only thing that had kept me going through those years of pain had been my love for Queenie. When I realized she no longer loved me, I had nothing left to hold onto in this world. As a crippled man, my existence would only burden my parents and son. "Mom, you're lying." Leroy pushed Queenie away. "You held a knife to my neck and said that only Mr. Francis mattered to you. That Dad and I didn't matter at all. "It's your fault I don't have a dad anymore. I hate you. You're nothing like my friends' moms. Their moms only love their dads, but you love Mr. Francis."

She was lost in her own world, a world of pain and heartache. She needed to outrun the pain that threatened to consume her. She ran faster and faster and stopped. She let the pain and heartache wash over her, and she screamed. She screamed into the darkness, her voice echoing off the trees. The sound was raw and anguished. It seemed to come from deep within her. It was a sound of despair, of loss, of heartbreak. Crystal felt herself breaking down. She felt like she was shattering into a million pieces, each one of them sharp...

He was gone forever. I let my heart shatter, let the tears pour until they ran out, and then I vowed never to let it happen again. Never would I let myself get lost in someone. Never would I let my heart lead me because if I did, then I would risk losing someone else I cared about. *Present*

"I, Bridget William, reject you as my mate because you're always worthless to my heart" The room spun, and I felt my heart ripping apart. The finality of Bridget's words echoed in my ears, like a mournful dirge. And then she turned and left the stage, walking away from me, leaving me exposed and broken in front of everyone. Humiliation and devastation mingled, forming a storm that raged within me. I clutched my chest as if to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together, feeling a raw emptiness that seemed impossible to bear.