Breakups.

Tear stained face, makeup laced lens
This was one of many prophetic signs
She looked in my face and started to speak
Voice cracking like she ready to deliver a speech in crucial times
She diverted her attention to a small charm
The one that I place around her after the first date
Who would've known years later that this relationship would flip
Love made us enemies and slowly turned to hate
She sat on the bed with many pillows
Old thoughts of those nights making body heat and feeling her legs shake
She didn't want to let go
Mentally holding on like a boxer not wanting to make a clean break
Her emotional state making me feel guilty and less of a man
Walking away isn't easy nor thoughtful game plan
But the strongest ones tend to grieve and eventually they'll try to understand
Tears will turn to cries and then to wails
Broken hearts will be damaged but repairs will come
Once the next Superman prevails.