Closure, a notion shaped by emotions’ tide, A generation’s narrative, feelings collide. Is it end, peace, or doors firmly closed? A fairytale’s jest, a story proposed.

Woke minds ponder love’s simplified art, Coffee, hikes, attempts to soothe the heart. Rhyming reasons, seeking explanations, From those we stand against, our frustrations.

Yet love defies qualification’s hand, No quantification, no strict demand. Love’s strength doesn’t wane, it’s true, If it fades, was it love we once knew?

Closure’s need, a myth in disguise, From stories we consume, fantasies rise. Yearning for answers, a complete tale, A fallacy’s grip, emotions set sail.

Desire for closure, or fate to rewind, Does it alter outcomes, ease the mind? Whys and what ifs linger, emotions persist, A lifetime’s echo, love’s enigmatic twist.

Reaching out, inviting further pain, Closure’s pursuit, an elusive gain. Underneath its cloak, we secretly yearn, To reverse an ending, a heart’s concern.

Perceived closure, time’s passage brings, Grief’s embrace, where healing sings. Self-esteem falters, yet strength’s reborn, Transformed by parting, a path well-worn.

Betrayed by a soul once held so dear, Crushed and incomplete, vulnerability clear. Time becomes the balm, the solace we seek, A journey to mend, a heart that’s weak.

End the cycle, cease the damage’s chore, Vulnerable visions, hearts to restore. Bravery found in diversions anew, Comfort in activities, love’s value to pursue.

Afflictions shed, camaraderie draws near, Ready for healing, without undue fear. No closure demanded, within our grasp, Self-love, self-preservation, life’s steadfast clasp.

Time out called, but enthusiasm prevails, Closure’s curtain descends, emotion unveils. Mythical cover, heartache concealed, Hurt’s return, time’s wounds revealed.

Seek serenity, in rigor and might, Blocking past’s echoes, a soul’s respite. Self-care’s armor, love’s self-preserve, A journey to healing, the self to observe.