Without You I Feel Broke Novels & Stories

I'm falling for you . . . it's no secret that I'm in love with you between your minimum wage job and sweet lips chapped from the bitter cold that has become my eternity but my god , do i miss the way you crinkled the sheets and poured too much coffee your words came undone with the touch of my lips and your ribs shattered under the weight of the world and all at once you went from everything to nothing and my lungs filled with dirt and the dead flowers that could easily be mistaken for my youth and on the sixteenth day of my brokenness i stitched myself back together ; piece after piece diamonds hiding in the back of my head reminding me of the boy that was once mine // there is no longer a

He says, worry bleeding through his voice. “I met someone, I fell for him faster than someone can fall off the side of a cliff and I hit rock bottom when he left. I broke his trust. I haven’t heard a word from him, and I just need time to pick myself up off the floor. That is all I can tell you.” I tell him and he sits back, staring at me.

I said, still quivering, my hands trembling as I held the phone to my ear. “What's up little dove? You don't sound so good, what's going on with you?” Caden asked, his voice deep but gentle. I couldn't control myself anymore as I broke into tears “It's ruined everything is gone Caden” I said as I cried even more. “Where are you little dove? I'm coming to get you and make you feel better.” He said in a worry. “I'm…. at the… restaurant right now” I stammered my voice still quivering.

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

Instead, I switched to a voice call. Jeff's voice carried a hint of annoyance. "Why switch to voice?" I shrugged it off casually. "I don't have makeup on. I'm not ready for video." I immediately regretted saying it—it sounded as if I wanted to impress him. As expected, Jeff laughed, suddenly in a better mood. "We've been together forever. I've seen you without makeup plenty of times." His flirty tone made me uncomfortable. I kept my voice cool. "Do you need something?" He noticed the distance in my tone and sat up straighter, leaving behind his usual lazy posture.

The box landed in the trash bin with a dull thud. All those nights I had stayed up until my eyes were raw were for nothing. I turned around and walked out of the bar without looking back. The sunlight outside was blinding, and I drew in a long breath of cold air. I should have understood a long time ago, back when he gave Nola the passenger seat, when he forgot my birthday completely but remembered that she was allergic to peanuts, when he rushed out the door in the middle of the night because she called… This marriage had been falling apart for four years. I just had not been willing to admit it, and I kept searching for something sweet in a pile of broken glass. Now, I did not have to sear

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

Tears starts welling in my eyes. "I don't know why... But it looks like you're just being mean to me... " I said that silenced them. I looked at them determined. "But nothing can stop me from singing! With or without music, I will sing! Even if it means in acapella." I will show you! That I have talent! What a meanie! I hate them! A broken man without a home Desperate and so alone A victim of society No one really wants to see Some of us don't even wonder

His laughter increased. “You’ve heard people call me that too?” I nodded with a faint smile. Then my voice calmed. “I’m still trying to get used to everything,” I said. “Everything?” “Starting all over.” I looked around. “A new job, and trying to forget someone I had spent years loving. His expression softened. “There’s no right way to start over. It’s different for everyone.” “You think so?” “I know so.” He placed his glass on the table. “Just do it one day at a time.”

Without you, I feel broke Like I'm half of a whole Without you, I've got no hand to hold Without you, I feel torn Like a sail in a storm Without you, I'm just a sad song I'm just a sad song Why do I need to hear this? I want to stop it now as I felt so much sadness but I don't want to be a kill joy. Someone immediately popped up in my mind. This song is perfectly describe him, but why? With you, I fall It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall