𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌

First Heartache

A fracture in the heart's first beat,
Standards crumbled, incomplete.
Charming façade, a painful guise,
The perfect guy, a love's demise.

Conditional love, a finite plea,
No shield from grief, no guarantee.
The one who called me daughter,
Became the source of tearful water.

His love, once infinity,
Now marked by wounded empathy.
The first heartache, a father's fall,
A broken bond, love's bitter thrall.