The Four Forms of Heartbreak

Before I became an unbreakable force, immune to pain,
Every woman who held my heart unleashed a hurricane,
The first one struck with a forceful gust, swift and intense,
A night of whispered confessions, leaving me defenseless,
As we bid our bittersweet goodbyes under moonlit skies,
I dreaded the parting words, the ache in my chest that lies,
And when the morning sun claimed its rightful place,
I reached out, hoping for connection, but found empty space.

Years later, she returned like a ghost from the past,
My love remained, but I knew our time had surpassed,
For a new flame had ignited, a love so pure and bright,
To betray her for a lingering ghost would not be right,
She found her happiness in the arms of another's embrace,
And I found solace in acceptance, embracing grace,
Learning to release the tethered strings of the past,
Finding solace in melodies, healing wounds that were vast.

The second one wove a web of delicate destruction,
At first, a fragile dance, a seductive introduction,
But as her confidence grew, she wandered far and wide,
Leaving me stranded, wounded, unable to hide,
I pleaded and screamed, my voice drowned in despair,
Yet she moved on, oblivious to the pain she'd share,
Inside me, conflicting emotions battled without rest,
Yet they struck a fragile truce, preserving a fragile jest.

Then a third came forth, a creature of ethereal grace,
Adorned with golden brown weaknesses, a captivating chase,
A skipping stone on the pond of my longing heart,
But before I truly beheld her, she drifted apart,
Begging for a photo, I sought to capture her essence,
But I remained a mirror, reflecting her fleeting presence,
Through the lens, I glimpsed the beauty she bestowed,
While the mirror revealed hues of red, passion's ode.

As time passed, framed memories lost their luster,
And the present arrived, a gentle soul who mustered,
Cleaning the tarnished glass, revealing newfound clarity,
I saw myself through the looking glass, my own fragility,
She added a layer to the lens, expanding its scope,
Yet yearned to evade reflection, to exist beyond hope,
A love like no other, a blend of fear and desire,
Questioning my worthiness, stoking an inner fire.

In her presence, I find myself lost in contemplation,
Seeking depth and vivid imagery to breathe new sensation,
Unveiling the layers of emotion embedded within,
Transcending the confines of words, letting my heart begin,
To paint a portrait with hues of longing and ecstasy,
Capturing the essence of love's intricate tapestry,
For within these verses lie the echoes of heartbreak and bliss,
A symphony of emotions, forever sealed with a tender kiss.