I feel like a butterfly whose wings have been clipped by a girl with sharp scissors.
I feel like a love letter never sent. Like a wedding dress never worn. Like blue lips. Like Romeo when he thought his Juliet was dead. Like Juliet when she knew her Romeo was dead. Like Friar Laurence when he learned both Romeo and Juliet were dead, and he knew it was all his fault.
I feel like a medieval monk losing his faith. Like a dying king without heirs. Like a barren queen. Like a ravished lady. Like a dishonored knight.
I feel like a stag without antlers. Like a unicorn without a horn. Like a zebra without stripes. Like a leopard without spots. Like a cat without whiskers. Like a raven in the daylight. Like a dove dipped in tar.
I feel like a crooked nose. Like a crippled leg. Like a decaying tooth. Like a blind eye, like a deaf ear, like a limp hand. Like a pimple on the tip of a beautiful girl’s nose. Like Quasimodo’s hump.
I feel like Beethoven when he realized he was going deaf. Like Napoleon at Waterloo. Like Chopin when he pressed the wrong piano key. Like Hemingway when he had to write an adverb.
I feel like a crumbling tower. Like a burnt church. Like the Titanic when it sank. Like the Berlin wall when it fell. Like the twin towers when they fell. Like the Chinese Great Wall when it will fall.
I feel like a toilet seat on whom an elephantine lady is about to sit.
I feel like a solar eclipse. Like a dying star.
I feel like a bald barber.
Like a ballerina with a broken leg.
Like a snowless winter.
Like a cake without sugar.
Like a baby born of incest.
I feel like Z, the whoreson, the unnecessary letter.
I feel like God Himself when he reads the philosophers.
I feel too much, I feel not enough, I feel like nothing, like everything, like weeping, like not weeping, like writing, like not writing, like wearing my hat, like not wearing my hat.
I feel like an empty glass full of nothing.
157 thoughts on “How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?”
You are a very creative guy! And I hope, not really heartbroken.
Very original. Reading it made me feel heartbroken
How unfortunate! How glorious!
That’s a genius response 🙂
“Like a dove dipped in tar.”
“I feel like God Himself when he reads the philosophers”
“I feel like an empty glass full of nothing.”
Superb! This is the most enjoyable piece I have read so far.
I tale a bow, Arnaud Marmaduke.
My dad almost named me Sören Thaddeus. I resisted that for years, but would have gladly taken it over Arnaud Marmaduke.
After typing it and saying it simultaneously, it has a nice ring to it.
“Hello, I am Arnaud Marmaduke.”
Marmaduke Bonthrop Shelmerdine in Virginia Woolf’s Orlando. 😀
Marmaduke the dog in the comics.
Ares Machiavelli, perhaps?
oh my what names.
Come to think of it, Coco J. Ginger is a rather queer name too… especially for someone with three (or more?) first names.
Like blue lips. Like a dove dipped in tar. Love this and these.
And my hand is shaking a bit with the weirdness of finding this here just after I have posted a list that is almost the same thing. A list of metaphors.
How did this happen? Twin minds!!!
I have checked your list 10 minutes ago and I was taken aback.
We are so alike!
If I ever come to America, I will close my eyes and walk, without minding my step. I am absolutely convinced I will end up before your door, wherever that is.
I feel like a dream that has purposefully been forgotten, a gift that was given to an unappreciative child, and like a hour desperately wanted by a dying man.
I like that.
this is so beautiful: “I feel like a dream that has purposefully been forgotten, a gift that was given to an unappreciative child, and like a hour desperately wanted by a dying man.” breathtaking
Oh wow! Grand
this is simple and brilliant. i LOVE.
I would rather have it be brilliant and simple. 🙂
oh my gosh….it is. you are a difficult one. 😉
amazing, you have a beautiful gift.
i know he’s so talented
so do you!
I will be happy all day. 🙂
I take a bow.
i second that with a double-wow. i one upped ya. that’s the sort of girl i am hehe
🙂 triple wowsers
giving me a run for my money i see 😉
i feel like my kisses were just ghosting through my ex-lover’s lips all these while…
oh God YES
It feels like I must continue to breath, but have been unable to inhale…..
yes, good description mr dragon 🙂
Respiratory problems are likely due to smoking, and not to afflictions of the heart.
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Powerful stuff — this is a great piece. Really describes the feeling of being heartbroken.
That’s probably because the writer was heartbroken when he wrote it. 😉
thank you for these…i especially felt your lines below…except for the hat part as I do not wear one…
“I feel too much, I feel not enough, I feel like nothing, like everything, like weeping, like not weeping, like writing, like not writing, like wearing my hat, like not wearing my hat.”
The part with the hat is a quirk that people who come here often are aware of (I hope).
i wasn’t aware of that…now i am 🙂
Wonderful stuff, I tip my invisible hat to you, sir.
Irish poetess, I suppose you mean your invisible green hat. 🙂
your post (achingly beautiful) reminds me of this music video/song. this is what broken hearted feels like for me…
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But towards a boy lol.
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Love this. Although I couldn’t read the whole thing because I’m trying to be happy today and this takes me right back to the moment when he said he just wanted to be friends.
Nice! and I love the hat.
I am a girl with sharp scissors but nothing to cut – a scorpion without anything to sting 😦
Because you like my hat I will let you sting me, but please be gentle!
I just liked my own post so I would have 100 likes. 🙂
I felt like half the person I used to be. Like a soul split in two, like i can only see in shades of grey and colour has seeped from my world. I felt like the bitterest chocolate in the world and nothing could make me sweet again.
That is how I felt, but now, i “feel” no longer. I merely observe and pretend any feelings i may have are hallucinations of my love deprived state.
Beautifully written piece Mr Mars
Bitter chocolate is good chocolate, especially if it’s mint-flavored.
As of lately I am often called Mr and Sir.
I wonder, is it because of the hat? Have I become respectable?
Bitter chocolate is just that, bitter, regardless of how good it is for you.
Bitterness in a person is worse, I’d know.
You are called Mr (By me) because you are, “an old young man ” (to quote yourself)… and my mother had raised me to respect my elders 😛
I believe you would very much enjoy this book: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Book_of_Disquiet
I’ll check that out.
When Vincent Mars is heartbroken he also feels like caviar in a can of beans.
Very powerful metaphors! Tip my hat,that is if i had one..know what? tip your hat for me, that was a heck of a poem! 🙂
A poem?! I am not sure! I was not born under a rhyming planet.
Wow, You have some strong feelings there in the form of free lance poetry. I love the passion. thank you for visiting my blog and liking a post. I like yours too!
I feel like the color i’ve painted his eyes faded away
…like the unlucky blind dwarf who head butted a unicorn in the chest,only to have the discomfort returned.
This just broke my heart.
Empty void dude. Familiar territory here creatively done no doubt.
You’re bless young man! 😉 looking forward for more poetic write ups 🙂 God bless:)
You are going to be a magnificent writer, Vincent.
The flow of realness and creativity. I love this
And I felt like writing….and painting…..and drawing…..
All three at once? Oh my!
I like this post. Very true, very deep, very real.
Beautifully written Vincent.. from the heart…from experience…from life.
Like the needle of a dead hooker.
Like a cigarette.
Like skin after a whipping.
Like a rusty nail.
i really love the second to the last line. but i love your poem altogether anyway.
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Beautifully written by Vincent, I have something very similar in my journal. 🙂
This is Beautiful… ❤
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Sad and beautiful – a dangerous combination. Though if I must say, I feel the saddest for Z. I’d never want to be in his shoes, poor whoreson that he is.
The “unnecessary letter” sums it up. 🙂
You are a beautiful writer. Good for you for daring to do what you do. I am new to your site and look forward to exploring the rest of it.
Do read about my love woes!
This is a very good honest poem. It is very self owning and in that very respectful. Curious, I saw a lost person. How will you deal with it when it all crumbles? Will you let that elephant lady just sit on you or will you let her guide you into your choice of recovery? There are a lot of elephants out there. Because this kind of honesty and self awareness with full ownership has earned the privaledge fo finding your own peace of mind and rebuild your own towers and other things you mention herein undersatnding you have the aboilty bto own them. Good and bad with them without dumping blame for them on another. You are a king in the making. You can only rebuild with fact and honesty.You can’t rebuild without knowing what there is to rebuild from. This peom told me you are responsible for your own. You know what it feels like instead of placing blame on others to feel it for you. I don’t see any cheap person here.
“I feel like God Himself when he reads the philosophers.”
That is profound
Vincent… when i first read the the question “How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?” i quipped…”Obviously nothing..! what can You write about that FEELING!”
But maaannnn…… So much for nothing!!! I ‘av felt oll of that and not…or maybe more!
I’ll that as a compliment. 😉
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My heart haven’t broken actually. It just… I don’t know how to say it. When you have someone you love and he doesn’t know you love them, but you just keep on missing them more and more every single day.
“Like a snowless winter.” I come from a snowless winter so I’ll say — “Like a winter without frost” as frost is multiformed 🙂
enjoyed this tremendously.
Like Monet, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Claude_Monet_-_Camille_Monet_sur_son_lit_de_mort.JPG
“I feel like God Himself when he reads the philosophers.”
I laughed out loud! That was *perfect.*
I really can’t believe I missed commenting on this. To me, a broken heart is the wind knocked out of me (an eternal vacuum), suffocation by thoughts, the dreamer paralyzed, Atlas who can’t shrug.
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Yes, this is how I have felt lately… Thanks Vincent Mars for putting my feeling to words…
Totally inspired by your blog! Great work.
i never read words describing a broken heart better than your words.
very beautiful….. “an empty glass full of nothing” i think that perfectly describes it. When I am heartbroken, I feel Full of this empty feeling….very nice work. i love it.
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So glad I stumbled across your blog today! This was a beautiful piece…it obviously got quite a few of us thinking of our own heartbreak. So personal…yet so universal. My own memories of the grief that can only come from being so totally disappointed by life in this way gravitate toward feeling lost. It’s such a strange feeling…almost as though I’ve lost something that I can’t quite remember. Your words about emptiness definitely ring true as well.
Oh…and thank you so much for learning our language! That, in and of itself, is quite an accomplishment. And to think that WE are the ones reaping the benefits! Bravo!
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Like Snow White when she bit into the apple
Like Christ as His Father turned his back on Him
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Nice of you to say that, though I certainly don’t aim to write like a scholar!
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