Dead Poetry

Such one can drown in a river of rejection in a wrong perception and lack of understanding of love. The capacity to move further is highly displeased by the likes of inauspicious individuals driven by their parti pris. Thus, the aforementioned aspect is a primary suspect of pain, agony, anger, and despair hitherto. There are different definitions of love like that of an endless regard to family and relatives and that of the boundless laughs and cries with a true friend, but the one quite popular as though it's all there is that matters to this world is the most difficult to reify. As it begins with a single spark that blows excitement to every inch of the body, starting electricity to becoming a powerhouse, the struggle to break the pressure is indeed burdensome. It's like a strapping booze handed out by a skilled bartender that causes hallucinations and delusional bubbles. In fearful cases, a strong addiction to love travels far beyond where it is needed to be for albeit unknown, the future knows nothing of it. Hence, in the end, it is farewelled tearfully.

Perhaps all these have been welcomed by a bleeding heart that was once romantically linked to another and for some reason, was bound to shatter in a thousand tiny pieces. A long time ago, a maiden was always there in pursuit of love by a man courting in every poetry she could ever describe. The spark was always there as both would gaze at each other in a sea of people. The encounters were pink and simple and were anticipated to bloom into something so beautiful. The latent feelings of affection would always show kindness in action from sweet dialogues to gratifying actions and would often be compensated with a candid smile. Everything is perfect. There's a compliment, approval satisfaction, and pure happiness. Additionally, there is a need for benevolence and compassion because, in love, it's desired to not always be right but to be kind so even if such a fateful meeting meant worthwhile parting, love leaves the heart to grow magnanimous.

 

Kindness is powerful not only does it give an endless peace of mind but it could save hundreds of people stuck in desperate situations. Suppose when you take a bus and one time a passenger has a crisis that caused a penny and you who have read the lines were able to cover up for the expense and later on have been rewarded for a good deed, that's how kindness is. It is an act of love that we can freely give to strangers without having to expect anything in return because it will come right back to us.

 

Yesterday told a young heart how he used to be hers. They had each other at their best still, it wasn't enough. Yet the loveliest thing was it's bound to teach them, that love, is kind and pure and learning peace than violence saves a whole lot of a kingdom. It is so powerful yet people do not see the miracles of it and choose to unite with bitterness and chaos instead of understanding that love is to be kind. All her used-to-be's were now treasured memories locked with an eternal love and all his poetries were simply a metaphor for what they could be if the future had its liberty. In contrast, she would remain the promised girl broken by a promise but simply could not be defined by a different settlement for she comprehends kindness as a product of love.

 

As one fast approaches the profound sanitary truth about love that everything happens for a reason, climbing the acme of forgetting is quite a challenging feat. There are a lot of introspectives surely to undertake the whole day slowing down one's energy to be productive. It draws out stupid questions lethargically allowing the mind to be occupied for a long period leaving a single head lousy and urge to take a day off. Though the primeval cause of it is jumpacked in a four-letter word, the solution however starts into an extensive eleven characters— forgiveness. After a stroll out in a park, a lengthy hiatus of sleep, binge-watching a horror comedy series, finishing a book in one sitting, a trip to a special vacation, or an operation to mend a broken heart, albeit disparaging to all these poignant resolutions, it always ends up home, where it is needed to be. There was surely enough preparation bought for this, now it is time to grant acknowledgment to love's reparation. Forgive yourself for all the troubles you have caused, not only the heart would extol you but also your future self too. It's no one's fault because we're all victims of love intertwining in connected strings. And we're always ready to jump into the free fall despite knowing the abyss.

 

Forgiveness is letting the universe decorate life with love whilst having full control of it. A bona fide pardon means accepting that some people remain strangers and are not meant to stay and be with us and that there will always be a moment in our lives where our hearts need to break so we can learn how to fix ours before fixing others. People wouldn't know that you had cried every night and how much you tried to rewrite what had occurred; that one starry sky you suddenly dared to open up your suppressed feelings; and that you had convinced yourself it was time to be fearless and confess... but it's alright. It's okay. It would take a while to be caged in a pang of pity but if there's clemency amidst a severed heart, then a restoration is excessively triumphant.

 

There are no rhetorical speeches that could ever go beyond a vigorous heart bolstered by the hurt of the past. It would be tantalizing to search back and recall the memories of what-ifs but once a the perpetual moment is bestowed upon and the gates are unlocked, one can immediately stow away seizing all the opportunities to start over so you could own up to it later. Yet the question remains, "Why do we so desperately look for love no matter how it shatters our hearts over and over?" and it will remain unanswered until you have found the right one. The problem with catching butterflies is if left passive and puzzled, they will cruelly fly away leaving the remnant disheartened and blue, but one should not assume that each one of them would appeal to the likes of you. Although the grieving process of love doesn't have a standard rule to permanently forward to the next chapter of the story, it is up to us to set precautions and guidelines that would create our own protection.

 

Building boundaries is necessary but it is not advised to overwhelm it so you can differentiate supersaturated from enough mixture. Moving on starts with a single brave step. As you advance your pace, you are now aware of how young love has its ups and downs and you constantly pinpoint the immaturity of the past actions taken and how a sheltered decision could make a huge impact on the present. You earnestly understood the next consequences and circumstances you could face. Your youth has been his for quite a while and your world revolved around him for quite some time but it would now stay behind as dead poetry for the poet is seeking her everlasting muse.

 

Seeking in defense so thoroughly engaged of who should Raku end up with, my heart always belonged to Kirisaki Chitoge but the reason was so personal I would rather dream of supporting #TeamChitoge to the ends of the world than having to cheer up for a similar story that resonated with me in the past. Kosaki's ending was a stab in my heart and it opened a wound that could have been healed a long time ago. But the truth is, she reflects the everyday life at school in my student days surrounded by many friends and loved ones yet always searching desperately waiting for something magical to happen, and when it did, it was already too late. And yet her compassion for others is incomparable and unbeatable in the series. Kosaki values friendship and would do anything to save the people she loves. She may look like a fragile, soft, and shy girl but she has a strong resolve to fight for what is right and kind and that's what I love the most about her.

 

Never underestimate a broken heart for it is now awake of what truly love is.