The Beauty of Heartbreak

There is such beauty in heartbreaks,

Such raw hurt,

It's like a moment of absolute rapture,

Captured in the timeframe of your life,

The beginning is a devastating reminder,

Of the future that will never come to pass,

A sad melody of sorts that keeps tugging at your heart,

But as time passes, it becomes a memory of sorts,

To which you struggle to put a name on,

It's certainly not happy, but it's neither sad,

Reminds you of a wound long healed, which still pricks like a thorn,