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Jaden Mar 2018
L i s t e n   f o r   t h e   s o u n d   o f   a   b r o k e n   h e a r t ,

C a l l i n g   f o r   a   s i g n   o f   l o v e .

G a z e   i n t o   t h e   e y e s   o f   a   s h a t t e r e d   s o u l ,

S e e k i n g   h e l p   f r o m   u p   a b o v e
© KMH 2018
Jaden Mar 2018
At first, there is nothing,
Then a blossom of light
It brightens your day,
And glows in the night.
A wonderful feeling,
Puts warmth in your chest.
And for a short while,
You feel strangely blessed.
But then, there are those things
That just will not work.
They try and fit together,
But both are just… hurt.
So one says goodbye,
The other says it doesn't matter,
But in actuality,
Both hearts are shattered.
Like broken pieces of glass,
They cut and you bleed,
But both visions are too clouded
To see what they really need.
A little bit of warmth
To melt and to mend
A new kind of glow
To see you through to the end.
There will be many ups and downs
There will be sunshine and rain
There will be love and heartbreak
They will always be the same.
Someone will shatter you,
And you’ll feel
there’s no way to be fixed,
But broken isn't unfixable,
And someone new
is thrown into the mix.
All love may not be eternal,
But some things will last,
And heartbreak only lasts,
As long as it is asked.
This was the secomd poem I ever wrote for myself (years ago). Not my favorite but it gives me a nice, soft feeling in my chest.
© KMH 2018


I am a fractured soul
A broken man
Fragmented
and destroyed
into tiny pieces

Left with sharp edges,
misshaped parts
and empty spaces

A jigsaw puzzle
I continuously work
A never ending project
attempting to reassemble

But like a shattered vase
glued back together,
it's not quite the same
What was pristine and beautiful
is now just something I resemble




Written: March 18, 2018

All Rights Reserved
Isabella Terry Mar 2018
I am a hero of shattered glass.
The girl in the mirror is my second half.
Her heart is freezing as she meets my eyes.
She isn’t like you; she sees through the lies.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
I try not to cut anyone in my path.
The moonlight casts an eerie glow
On all that I pretend to know.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
Who are you, that you might trespass?
Love me or leave me, whichever you drive.
I may be broken, but I’m still alive.
A line of vases
the wind blows against
knocking them over,
but only a few left broken

Some picked back up,
others left with just a scratch
but i'm part of the batch
that shattered.

Built back up,
glued together,
you can't erase the damage done by this weather,
leaving me unwanted forever

Left there all alone
to be knocked over
or thrown
until i've shattered once more
so you just leave me on the floor

because i'm
too far gone,
yes, you made me
too far gone
and now no one will piece me back together.
Dolly Balou Mar 2018
Betrayal.
That's where it began.

I felt my womb retract deep within my being.
There was a tie between this and my heart, although broken, this I knew.

My heart became overcome with pain, fear, disbelief.
I felt it stop repeatedly.
Beats irregular.
Stunted.
Deafening.

Crumbling into a heap on the grass I cradled my womb as I rocked back and forth, hoping this may stop the pain and retching occurring from within.

Time and space became distorted.
Sound too.

Everything within was shattered.
My spirit was broken.
My skin crawling with terror at the mere fact of my deepest fears now occurring before my eyes.

My physical being attempted to expel the trauma through emesis.
Wailing as an attempt to free the terminal despair.
This was unsuccessful.

I have never felt my eyes flow so extensively in such a small amount of time.
No matter what I done, I was left in a torturous state of hysteria.

How could he rip my heart, womb, soul and trust apart.
Everything I gave.
Everything he said.
Everything we made.

Gone.
m Feb 2018
like the very sound of her voice could save me
like i would give her my soul so she could be happy

like walking to the edge, heart pounding
like the step before the fall



heart hit first,

i shattered.
Elle Feb 2018
Heavy breathing
Chest pain
Eye sting
Head ache
****** wound
Gunshot
None of those can be compared to the pain you caused me.

Everything now seems miserable.
Every dream was shattered.
Everyday was torture.
I was so broken when you left. . . broke me into million pieces.
Broken by the pain you caused me

I died. . . I die everyday.
I die remembering our moments together.
I die with the thought of you leaving.
I die realizing that you're not with me.
I die by the pain you caused me.

How to recover?
How to stand again?
How to live without your presence?
How to remove this pain?
The pain that you caused me.
This is dedicated to the guy I'm trying to get over for three years now.
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