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❝ ardour— noun ,, great enthusiasm or passion ❞
a series of haikus about love
love is yearning stares,
fleeting touches, hushed whispers
of conversation
love is pining and
anticipation, silent
despondent longing
love is meeting at
midnight behind the mall,
in pale moonlit alleys
love is falling in
love with them despite their good
and bad and ugly
love is the promise
of warmth and hope and light, on
the darkest midnights
love is euphoric,
clandestine meetings at night,
dancing together
love is small acts, of
care, remembering the way
they like their coffee
love is blind, wishing
against all hope, that he did
not really do it
love is screaming and
fighting and kissing in the
rain at 2 a.m.
love is forgiving
time and time again, because
you want to go on
love is lying and
faking happiness, because
you don't feel the spark
love is falling out
of love, and having to face
the truth and confess
love is having a
last kiss in the rain, one you
never imagined
love is heartbreak and
crying into pillows, all
alone at night now
love is sitting on
your kitchen floor in his clothes
you never returned
love is despair, grief
for the beautiful thing you
lost before you knew
love is locking out
all you love, nostalgic for
when you were happy
love is gradually
getting up, and trying not
to break down again
love is picking up
those shattered pieces of
your heart and fixing them
love is barely, just
barely, holding yourself up
and yet still trying
love is finding new
hope, trying again, hoping
for something better
love is ending a
chapter, but starting a brand
new, golden era
hey there! i'm back! with a series of 22 (yes, twenty-twoooooo! and you have no idea how difficult it was for me to get exactly 22... i wanted 13 but 22 is fine) haikus about love
i wrote about how love is expressed during different parts of a relationship and the feelings felt during that time. andddd if you didn't notice, i ordered them from the beginning of a relationship, when you're still confused about your feelings towards them, then pining over them, not knowing if they return your feelings.
"meeting behind the mall" was inspiration drawn from august by taylor swift, track 8 off folklore - i recommend listening to it, it's really good! it talks about secrecy, insisting you're just friends. then we move in to the actual relationship
but of course, it's too good to last. in the next poem, the relationship runs into some trouble, and then it leads to fighting. again, "screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain at 2 a.m." was inspired by the way i loved you by taylor swift, track 10 off fearless. listen to that one as well! the original lyrics are "but i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain/and it's 2 a.m. and i'm cursing your name/so in love that i act insane/and that's the way i loved you".
more drama, in which you, or they - either one, fall out of love and you just fake it until you make it... right? but no, because you break up, have a last kiss. in the rain again, but this time because it's the end, it's gloomy and sad and depressing. more inspiration from taylor, this time her song last kiss from speak now
and then after the breakup, it's the grief, the regret, the depression, the sadness. trying to cope but unable to. pushing everyone away, moping, crying. and then finally, finally... you heal, albeit slowly. but you heal. you pick yourself up, you get back up on shaky legs, but thirteen thousand times stronger, and realizing... maybe it was the end of something, but it isn't the end of the book. it's simply the end of a chapter, and the beginning of another chapter, a new era. like alexander graham bell said, "when one door closes another door opens; but we do often look so long and so regretfully at the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us"
so thank you for reading these, my explanation of the poems, and as a treat, here's a bonus poem that i cut in order to make 22 poems. it was originally the second last poem, inspired by alexander graham bell's quote. and so, without further ado, here are the last two poems, the 23rd and 24th poem of the collection—
