General

That red chamber has changed over the years.....not the same any more.....not at all.....it has locked its doors.....( no more ventilation ).....the air has turned stagnant.... the cobwebs have dwelled in every corner of that heart, billowed down like curtains.....the walls are leaking some of that crimson liquid though not enough to wake it up ......the pipe is coated with corrosion ........dripping small drops to the centre of it, where the remnants lie .........poor heart! There has to be a strong wind to come .......to change.....to open the doors and windows ..... a rain to wash clear that heart .......it has to be someone to fix it!

By aya ben jwairef, May 20, 2019.
General

Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead said, "now I have a strong, strong heart, thank you, thank you for breaking my heart."

General

My heartbreak is grief that comes in waves, gruelling, stealing appetite and sleep alike. It is a shard in my guts that never leaves, though perhaps in time the edges will dull. It feels like death just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments it chokes the breath from my body and short circuits my mind. What was once whole is shattered; where once was peace is emptiness, echoes of a love I put my everything into. With each passing day you take another step away though I asked you to show some sign of caring, affection, of love. All you bring is anger, suspicion and an averted gaze. My only "crime" was to not be able to cope with your rage, with the words you allowed to spill unchecked. I have always done my best for you and, even now, still am. Inadequate as you find me, this is my best, it is all that is left of a once a proud and strong soul - fragments on the floor, scared that the next wind will blow them away.

General

Since your love turned to poison, my mind cycles through emotions faster than a kid flipping radio channels. I've gone from level to rocky - fighting a mixture of competing emotions, each of them vying for dominance. After the reboot of sleep I am calm, the day stretching ahead with possibilities - time to get jobs done, connect with friends, enjoy nature. Yet this coping is a thin veil over trauma and even the smallest of set backs change my emotional landscape. By evening the sadness wells up, uncertainty rushing to the fore, and I know it is time to sleep. How the crazy dreams stitch my head back together I haven't a clue, it's a new miracle every night.

General

Baby, you are a warrior, but even the men of war take off their armour once in a while. I see glimpses of the man underneath - but then you work to cover it up, hide your true self from my eyes. To see you hide when I share all that I am is a heartbreak, a wound in my soul. Connecting with you feels like journeying toward a mirage, will my desert ever end?

General

Only one I love so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak, to know you are the tool of my greatest pain, my lover. I could be hurt in any way by another and still bounce right back, but you... but you... can do far worse with just a few small words. You don't mean them, I know it - in a way that makes it worse.

Romance / Contemporary

You are my love, my best friend, my hero - yet from time to time you shoot me dead. With your knowledge of who I am you can't miss... and why? Mostly you misinterpret my motives, mix it with frustrations that don't belong to me and come at me with verbal bullets. Then we're back to love and forgiveness. I pretend like I'm over it right away - I never am. It just takes time to heal and you can't help me with that. No-one can be inflictor and healer. Trouble is, all I have is you. So whilst I'd never give you up, never let you down, never stop loving you... just be cool while this new heartbreak mends.

General

I am more than flesh, greater than bones. I am what you need, a solution to your troubled world. So why do I feel like your doormat? You break my heart every day without knowing it. I bring you love; you see weakness. I offer what you need and you take it, who values what is free? Who cherishes something that appears in infinite supply? Baby, it isn't as endless as it appears. As my heart breaks so do I, dying a little more every time you treat me like an enemy. I'm not. I'm just the easiest target.

General

I gripped on so tightly despite the fact that my palms where sore and burned. My nails dug deep onto the corroded strings to give myself a better grasp, to give myself one more hope that I would succeed. A tear rolled onto my cheek, but I didn't care; I had to stay focused. I used to tell myself, "I need to stay focused"…but after a lifetime of being oblivious torture, I let go. I realized that you didn’t care and so I stood up and walked away from you - that stupid rope of hope and everything you had done to hurt me. And… I started to live again.

By aliceinwonderland, January 2, 2016.
General

I stain the floor with my love. It runs from my mouth and I choke on the air. It bleeds from my ears and drips from my chin. My head hangs low, heavy with thoughts of you.

By kikkopirate, June 1, 2015.
General

This heartbreak feels cold. It feels like concrete drying in my chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always are - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. Why is that? Is there part of you that dislikes to see me happy when you are miserable? You do know it is you I am trying to help, right? It is you I work so hard for? Perhaps this is your way of returning to the feelings you are most comfortable with, your chance to dwell in pain and pessimism once more. Yet I can't live there, can't dwell there. So come with me to happiness without throwing another spanner in the works. There are only so many times you can break this heart - one day it'll heal all wrong, heal with you on the outside.

General

Only a lover such as you can cause pain as deep as this. Only one all the way inside a heart can shatter it with just a few words. Worst part is - you know that, don't you? You love me, you need me, you destroy me... then the music starts all over again.

General

There is a part of you that feels low in status, powerless. There is a part of you that resents my "easier" life, though you'd never want to be me. There is part of you that wants me to suffer as you do... and so every once in a while you break my heart. Power. Unearned revenge. Misery for both. Guilt for you. Sadness for me. Who wins? It's just relationship poison.

General

Daryl, the heartbreak I endured was no less than a hurricane. The devastation was absolute, our emotional home levelled, torn apart. There is nothing for us to return to. We stand together and alone. When I reach inside of myself I find that what is left is raw but solid, a strong foundation to build a new life upon, a peaceful one. I have a chance to only allow in those that are kindred to my spirit, that nurture and love. I'm wiser; I know for whom the doors must always be locked. It is a chance for change and renewal, an opportunity to grow and learn. Though the loss of you was once was my nightmare, I can breathe once more. I can see the light of the new day even when all else is dark. There are more dreams to come for you and I, sunshine on rainy days, laughter and silliness, just not together. I wish you happiness, joy and love. I hope you wish the same for me.

General

Once you were my sunshine, the one for whom I lit from the inside. I used to feel a frisson of love even if my thoughts turned your way for only a moment. The image of your face once conjured my smile; I would yearn to dive into your eyes. I would have done anything you asked, given you whatever you wished for.

I know they say people turn on the one they feel safest with, make them the target instead of those that might warrant it. But I can't forget what you did, what you said, what you thought is was alright to do to me. With a gun to my head I would never have done those things to you. I would have rather died. So to know how worthless my love was to you is the knife that sets me free, cuts the mooring rope. And I'm better off this way, adrift from your shore, safer.

Romance / General

You kissed him hastily as I looked on in bitter disbelief. Petite hands roaming the forest of brown on his head; navigating the roots so effortlessly with love and care. Rose petals fell to the floor as my hands quivered with sadness and anger. His hands glided down to your hips and held you tight to his lanky body - protecting and guarding - as I once did.

As your love evacuated from my mind, my cheeks became wet with tears. Funny. I hadn't noticed I was crying. Trying to ignore the cold wind against my sodden cheeks, I took a deep breath and turned around. Melancholic waves commanded my body to halt, to stop wanting, to stop breathing, to just...

Stop.

By Nad Bell, June 7, 2019.
General

You said that you loved me, but that was all a lie, wasn't it? All I wanted from you was your love, but once you got me in bed a few times you threw me out like I was yesterday's trash. You said you cared and loved me, but you didn't. A few bumps in the relationship and you break up with me over text, telling me you still care about me. I don't believe you. I loved you; no... I love you and you broke me into a million shards. For the longest time, I have wanted you, for the longest time. But you left me. I let you in, I let my walls down, but I regret that now. I regret everything about us.

By gengrace, June 7, 2019.