Novel & Cerita Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted

"Jo..." Celeste held the phone, paused briefly, then asked, "Are you still angry at me?" Jordyn turned her face away. She wanted to say yes, but then worried that Celeste might feel upset, so she answered very softly, "A little..." "I'm sorry. It's my fault," Celeste said. Hearing that, Jordyn's heart softened, but the hurt was still there. She said, "Mom, you can't keep breaking your promises like this in the future, okay?"

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

"You're something worse than a damsel in distress." I cringed, not quite sure if I had just gotten insulted. “Oh? And what exactly does that make me?” He leaned in, whispering. "Everything I never wanted. And everything I cannot stop thinking about anymore." I froze because that's not quite how I expected it to go, and I didn't really need that today. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped back. "Thank you, Get lost, I don't fucking need you," I hissed before spinning sharply on my heel.

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

I shouted from the depths of my being, at the same time my body shook with convulsions, the product of crying, I fell to the ground and felt my soul break into millions of pieces, and there I knew, I would never be the same, I was destined to be an empty body, moving by inertia, because I had already lost everything. The absence of the one we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope more than hopelessness. William Cowper.

If broken pieces could be piled back into a perfect portrait, I would have bled to do that. If we could take back broken pieces of words to arrange the heart piercings, I would have done that. Every broken pieces of hurtful words flew out of her mouth. She didn’t have a care. Cody’s hands flared out as she continued speaking. Her eyes was without any form of hurt regarding what she was telling me. With each beat, she hurt me with her words by seconds.

Then he said something that broke my heart, shattered my world, broke me into pieces and left me in crumbles. “W.who ar.re you?”

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.