Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted の小説・ストーリー

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...

And then, barely audible, breaking like glass, "Much less a broken one."

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.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

I'm not being exaggerated, okay? 'Cause I I cannot start to crumble So come on and try Try to shut me and cut me down I won't be silenced You can't keep me quiet Won't tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless Speechless Let the storm in I cannot be broken No, I won't live unspoken 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless Akisha's voice and music are very beautiful and enticing. But no matter how good her music is, there seems to be something missing. This is how I felt every time I saw and heard her sing and play any musical instrument before.

Like I can leave the ache behind, scattered on the sidewalk like broken glass. But it follows. It always does. Because heartbreak doesn’t shout, it sinks. Quiet and sharp, curling around your lungs until every breath feels like a war. It’s the lump in your throat you can’t swallow, the sting in your eyes you pretend is just the wind. It’s knowing you were easy to replace. It’s realizing the man who once kissed your forehead like a vow now kisses someone else like it means nothing. It’s knowing you’ll go home to silence while he goes home to her.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.