My blog, my rules. I write about what moves me, and this has moved the hell out of me.
We’ve heard “Goodbye” from LP but now Lauren added her voice to their love story that ended. I/we have watched them for almost 6 years, I should have known better not to mix public with private, but too little too late.
It happened, the lines got blurred and somehow in their love I/we saw this “picture perfect”. I’m not here to judge or to put blame, I am simply grieving after something beautiful that was lost. While they had the time (at least I hope so) to work through their break up, I/we haven’t.
It just happened. Without a warning. And it left a void in my/our hearts. I know not everyone is AS involved in the artist’s life, but some of us witnessed their love and mutual support and respect. I’ve become a fan of them both and I’ve never hidden it. So I won’t remove my love for Lauren just because she is no longer part of LP story.
I have to learn to accept this new reality. And to move on. And it’s hard. But as Lauren has beautifully written:
It creeps up on me
That romanticization disease
And then I awake, I’m healing
I’m breathing, I’m free, I am living.
LRW – The Break Up Song
So here is Lauren’s goodbye, her ending to that chapter in her life. I can only compare that amount of pain to the “Broken Column” by Frida Kahlo.
Lyrics – official, shared by LRW recently.
If I saw you in person, I’d beg for you back
Scream cry about all the good that we had
Your gaslight would burn all night on full blast
While I beg you to listen and hand you your ass
Your back bone would bend so much it would snap
My reason wouldn’t fix your past
You made up in your mind you can only trust yourself
Lemme know how that works out for you in your living hell
If you’d just give in to your unattainable needs
So us mind reading fools wouldn’t have to cure your disease
And it creeps up on me
Like a horrible anxiety dream
Except I’m awake believing
Only breathing is keeping me living
I guess forever to you meant a means to an end
While my forever love drug has gifted me bends
I yell to myself as I’m making your bed
Turn off the house alarm but not the one in my head
I go out to the front yard where we planted fruit trees
That will feed your next lover their vitamin C
I’ll be up on that hill with too much to say
Unconditional love making me a slave
And I think of that moment that night that day
When you begged “please come here, please stay”
With a ring and a spear,
You move thru motion, so I had to steer
You loved me with your good moods
Attacked me with your old wounds
I guess your passive aggression was
Still your best, babe
But it crept up on us
The never, now seems so obvious
More than ever, I’m grieving
Only breathing is keeping us living
You create in your mind that people don’t like you
You laugh at the Pisces but truly it haunts you
You think you’d know better
You’ve done this your whole life
You’re less than insane
Cuz you don’t expect change
Your comfort in sadness makes life what it is
I can’t convince you of your happiness and even if I did,
You’d find cruel in my intent and make it your home
Your victim kingdom, just you on your throne
No Love
No Love
Didn’t creep up on you
It’s a choice you carefully choose
Quit wavering, I can feel you retreating
Only breathing is keeping you living
OKAY HERE WE GO…
You. Swear. I. don’t appreciate you
Well, I don’t use sex as thank you
Sure bent over backwards to be available for you
I was there from the get-go
I’m not your trophy or your coattail
Fame must have changed your point of view
I’m the writer, not the muse.
Better pop star than partner
Now you’ve got all you wanted
You can pay off your problems
Cuz your ego won’t bargain
Played me like a melody
Made me your enemy
Cuz blame gives you the courage to act on infidelity
You’re a slave for the new
clumsy love needs a fix
Its not the new ones fault
The captain steers the ship
It’s predictable, not special
That skin surface devil
A true lust romance is never successful
We’re the perfect example
All jokes aside,
Wishing you a good life
Remember this time to let it honesty guide
I guess we really did try
Feels right to say goodbye
It’s rare these days
But when you cross my mind
It creeps up on me
That romanticization disease
And then I awake, I’m healing
I’m breathing, I’m free, I am living.
PS To that one person that claims I am being paid to write and run this blog.
LOL. What can I say. Just because you see a donation “button” it doesn’t mean I am being paid. I have received few donations in the last year or so, but those were from LP-fans who are thankful for my work and my blog. All I do, I do because I want to. I do it for free. In my free time. If you don’t appreciate my content feel free to find another source. Good luck.
Anna from Poland. I have been a blogger for a long time, but more in a royal field. Since 'meeting' LP through her music and as a person, a lot has changed. If I'm not working on my blog, I work as a teacher. I love to travel, read & dance. I sing & play uke when no one listens. Music was always a big part of my life.
