My desire
isn’t to see
you again,
nor to touch
your face
as my lips
meet yours
(a longing
from
yesterday)
instead,
I must do
what is right
for you and me…
let go of
futile dreams
Lauren Scott © 2015
Tag: Breaking up
The End and the Beginning
How can we part this way
after all the things you said?
Your words were gold and shiny,
now our love is but a thread
of loneliness and heartache
and all sad words we know,
I gave everything of me
to you; my love was bestowed
Isn’t it mysterious how relationships end when we believe all is wonderful? Whether they’re made of romance or friendship, the outcome is the same. Our emotions are activated in heart-tugging manners, questions form, and our minds are baffled. We tried our best to contribute fairly in all that is required to keep a relationship stable. We felt comfortable enough to remove the mask and be ourselves without fear of judgment.
Many factors contribute to broken relationships as J.K. Rowling points out: “Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.” We need to show up, we have to participate, and we must communicate. So what happens then when two people part? Where do they go emotionally? Is it just as hard when two friends separate than when two lovers do? More is invested into a romantic relationship because of the physical connection; however, in both cases, there is loss, which is difficult regardless of the details.
One can wade in self pity, spend many moments crying, wondering what went wrong, and all of this is fine. Yet, how much time should be spent on over analyzing? Each break up is different because of its content, but as long as we don’t strive to swim a marathon in those tears, a little bit of emotional cleansing is healthy. Then it’s time to move forward; Steve Maraboli says it well: “Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”
When these events arrive in our lives, they are another step in the growing up phase, and age bears no relevance. Let us be aware, give in to the hurt, and then carry on into a new beginning.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about past relationships, after reuniting with a girlfriend from many years ago. It was interesting to write on this topic and if any of you are experiencing a break-up, romantic or friendship, I hope my words are inspirational for your future. I also wish you much happiness, with few tears and heartaches, and I’m always grateful for your visits! Sending virtual hugs and love! Lauren ♥
Lauren Scott © 2015
Friends
Those were the days of laughter beneath the sun
Conversations that always seemed undone
Continuations when timing was right
Long deep confessions into the night
Those were the days of enduring inseparability
The future was ours with a wealth of possibility
Of stories told and falling tears and necessary trust
Now in our hands lie only remnants of dust
Lauren Scott © 2015
Flawed
It took some strength
to part the heavy curtains
of manipulated visions
and clouded thoughts
of the duo in my head,
how ridiculous I’ve been
My heart soon would be
placed in the warmth
of your hands
but this central part of me
felt the chill instead and
before my head went under,
I realized your true colors
Lauren Scott © 2015
Poem and Photo
Only Words
You say “I love you,” a recipe of letters
that could stir up a magical moment,
but they’re only empty air bubbles,
meaning nothing without the alliance of
actions and yours are lacking. My heart
will bend, but it won’t break. I’ll always
remember those sweet moments of tender
kisses and hand holding, unforgettable
nights and mornings of loving each other,
but the fun has vanished like water droplets
on a summer-kissed sidewalk. I’ll be fine in my
own company, yet, if by chance somewhere
beyond this storm, another love finds his way
into my arms, they’ll be open to letting his
charms lead me home. You had your ending;
now I embrace my beginning. Who can say when,
but I’d be willing to fall in love all over again.
Lauren Scott © 2014
Language
I unlocked the cabinet
so your words could fall out
It’s not that I didn’t hear them
I was afraid to see
their meaning in your eyes
Who is the wise one?
Just as a butterfly is free
it’s your turn to fly and
no matter the language
you speak
I’ll still wonder why
our paths couldn’t align
Maybe my love
was too strong
and I pushed too hard
Could it be?
It’ll take time for my
emotions to settle
like dust on the shelf
until then
my sobbing will continue
to puncture the silence
Lauren Scott © 2014
Games
Just yesterday, the score was even
but now I see you’re in the lead.
I apologize for my lack of
attention to the rules
or understanding a clearer
strategy. I was never the
best at playing games.
You were so much
better than me.
You had me fooled with
your moves sweet as
honey, though, I still feel like
a winner in the best of
reality. They say hind-sight
is twenty-twenty and now
I believe it to be so. For
with or without you, I’m
no longer feeling empty
and you are now nothing
but a bitter memory.
Lauren Scott © 2014
Three Strikes
Your words form a pattern
offering no semblance of
connectivity and their tone is
uninviting. Repetition takes the
lead and the cadence in your
syllables lacks originality.
They say that love is blind
and my eyes validate their
ruling. Tomorrow the sky
will be blue, but not my heart.
I shall buy new specs, for their
effect has weakened over time.
It would seem after all the warm
summer nights, sipping iced tea
with joined hands; after all the
cups of coffee shared at sunrise,
our love would be stronger than
the caffeine consumed by us.
I’d rather not witness more
alphabet rolling off your tongue.
The consonants only match the
stubble on your chin and the vowels,
well, they’ve no place to land, for I’m
no longer wearing the catcher’s mitt.
Lauren Scott © 2013
Sweet Rejection
I offered you my love on a silver platter
lined with chocolate dipped strawberries
You tasted, but only to tease
Instead, you stole my happiness
right out of my hands
although my grip was strong
Very brazen, even for you
and it wasn’t yours for the taking
My heart was wrong for breaking,
but I allowed it
I had a choice and chose the weak path
That was yesterday
Today, my wrath is leading the way
and I will not let you ruin my tomorrows
LScott © 2013
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