Last I spoke of Poe, we talked about the profound nature of his writing. Here we're going to call upon him to make sense of our break-ups. It's really quite simple, the dark poet, wanderer whatever can put the mangled mess of feelings you've got, into words.
Shout-Out to the Vinglers who love Poe as much as I:
Okay, so you get broken up with. Things are over, and for a few minutes there you're like, "What was the point?". All the effort and the time and money, is like gone forever.
"Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute."
Most of the time something small triggers a break-up and all the good things are gone. It's just the way of the world.
And you start to remember the good times and long for them again. You want that person to come back and you'll do nothing to stop it. You heart is really powerful, even if you know it's not a good idea, you'll drunk text and call...look for ways to reach out, stalk their twitter and facebook...whatever.
Your heart gets a little obsessed and then you have to step back and think, "Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of it's constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
And before you know it you're trying to move on right?
And when you realize you're trying to move on, and you're not really happy you start to indulge in sadness. Eating too much, going out with random people you don't really like, and making questionable partner choices are side effects of this. Sometimes we love being sad, and other times it just consumes us. Sadness and a little bit of melancholy is healthy for every break up.
"And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy."
Sometimes staying in and reveling in our despair is just what we need to appreciate getting better.
After all the melancholy and grieving we start to actually enjoy being alone. We realize that things don't always work out and that we need to find something that we can generate ourselves to make us happy. We can start putting more effort into our work and our lives outside of other people.
We get nerdy and really into books or bands or TV or whatever, and that's okay because the relationship that is the most important, is the one you have with yourself.
"And all I loved, I loved alone."
Nevermore damn it! They're gone!
And ultimately we come to the conclusion that we are bad ass all by ourselves. We also realize that the person we broke up with may never come back and that's okay, for to truly live we must accept our past for what it is, our future for what it can be and our break ups for moving forward.