Tomorrow

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

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

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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 breakI’ll always
remember 
those sweet moments of tender
kisses and 
hand holdingunforgettable
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