In this storyI am the poetYou’re the poetry.

For love I have invested my life with no return

So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name. And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,because if you ask me about...

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; which means that if the rest of us want to get close to God, we seek them out-not because of what we could possible offer them, as if...

Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when...

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding...

Love is where unseen and unsaid things merge with each otherwhere silence is thirsty of happenings

I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.

Accomplishments don’t erase shame, hatred, cruelty, silence, ignorance, discrimination, low self-esteem or immorality. It covers it up, with a creative version of pride and ego. Only restitution, forgiving yourself and others, compassion, repentance and living...

It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our...

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

If You Love me..–Your love drove metowards the live volcanowhere i will be burnt and destroyedOn your fake promises I made castles on air Oh! ! ! I was throwingsome pearls in desertwhere oasis has...

I’m fairly convinced that the Kingdom of God is for the broken-hearted. You write of ‘powerlessness.’ Join the club, we are not in control. God is.

Blessed are those with cracks in their broken heart because that is how the light gets in.

We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything’s over, we feel as though we have lost everything.

Hearts are breakable,” Isabelle said. “And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before”.

Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, “What is important to me now?

We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot...

I loved her deeply but for her love just wasn’t enough.

Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would...

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn’t hold.

My feelings remain the same for you, but you chose to walk away…

Because I don’t think God trusts just anybody with so much heartache. The world has not yet seen what God can do with a man who gives both halves of a broken heart to him....

I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.

Kalo gue bener-bener mencintai lo, gue juga harus belajar melepaskan lo…. – Good Fight

Loving for the second time isn’t sweet; it’s bitter, and hurt more than the first.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI’ll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

There is something beyond limits,in every relationship.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.

A heart can be shared.Who decided that a ‘broken heart’ was a bad thing?

If I wasn’t so phenomenal. I would go back to you.

Every thing has changed but my mind never.

You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart.” – Adieu

so bae gave me a sea of tears and stole my smile and ran away❤ ❤

Life wasn’t all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.

We had sun, but we asked for a rainbow. We called the drizzle, but we got heavy rains! Now it’s gone.. We are left with drizzle, waiting the sun light to pass through. When the...

Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.

I should have learned my lesson from Greek myths, really. It so doesn’t pay to fall in love with a god. It’s either you get transformed – flower, bull, you name it, the gods can...

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

A loyal heart is true to love even if it is full of scars

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeAnother vagabond lost to love.4am alone and on my way.These are...

I don’t want to runaway from you. I’d rather walk every selfless steps just to be by your side.

The guy who broke up with me… he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They’re all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can’t...

I once believed in faith – that if I patiently waited, something good will happen. But at the end of the chapter, I found myself devastated. Years have gone by and I’m back at chapter...

Something inside of me began to tear.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am...