The Random Ramblings of Lauren

My favourite poet wrote a book appropriately titled All The Words Are Yours. I used to believe it defined love, at its purest. But recently, I’ve come to accept I was wrong. There is never enough words. They don't do you justice. I search and seek the words powerful enough to define and describe my love. But their meaning is meaningless. All the words are yours; and yet, they're not enough. You make language, limited and insignificant. A failure of linguistics that pales in comparison to the magnificence of you. Give me more words. More letters, more vowels, more meaning and more feeling. So that one day I can find a way to say these words are yours, with love…

If you were to walk away, I wouldn’t stop you, or chase you, or try to change your mind. I won’t beg you to stay or make false promises we’ll find a way. If you go that’s on you. there’s nothing I can do. So instead I’ll hold my tongue, fix a smile, and though it hurts, I’ll wish you well. Not because I want you to go, but because I won’t fight for someone who has given up. It’s not pride. It’s preservation. When you leave, you prove how wrong I was to think this time would be different, or that you were worthy of me. And that hurts. But it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as breaking myself into pieces to fit a mould I was never born to belong. So if you  walk away, don’t look back expecting me in your wake. Don’t change your mind and try to stay. You’re gone. I was wrong.  But I’m moving on. Bon voyage.