Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

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 -

she read out the lines. As she read the lines, he kept on nodding his head. Emotions spilled over his face like a cup of tea mistakenly spilled on office files. "God! You broke my heart with those lines, Sasha. Each time I hear them, each time I read them it's like I'm reading it for the first time. Your poems are superb, Sasha and I'd like to thank you on behalf of all your readers. Thank you for giving us poems in times when poetry was losing its meaning."

‘Light me up, burn me to ash’ ‘I know we can never go back’ ‘Cover me in gasoline’ ‘Light the match and then let me be’ ‘White lighter bad omens’ ‘Your poison so potent’ ‘You’ve left me so broken’ ‘Hole in my chest wide open’ I felt my mind start to break. It was tearing me in half and I felt the pain in my soul, as it stripped my sanity from me. My body fell into the mattress, any strength that I had to even fight the pain was gone. The hand that had been holding my arm disappeared and I heard bones snap as Ethan shifted fully next to me. Rain was yelling in my head, her song broken but I couldn’t hear her anymore. “Now Sophie! Cut it!”

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

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.

​Her voice came through the receiver trembling, cracked and broken, as though she were struggling to breathe amidst a stifled, desperate sob: — "Adrian... I need you." ​Adrian froze dead in his tracks, the lit cigarette slipping from his fingers to hit the cold floor, completely ignored. That single word hit his ears like an electric shock, instantly dissolving his cold facade and the remaining haze of alcohol. He hadn't heard that word from her in years, and the sheer brokenness in her tone made his heart contract violently. ​The forced calm vanished entirely from his voice, replaced by a sharp panic and a raw desperation he could no longer hide:

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.