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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.

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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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History Ourselves Tears
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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Blood Page Writing Yourself
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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Open Quick Thinking Throw World Yourself
Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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Way Willing Yourself
The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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Important Talk Value Weight Word Yourself
He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.
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Deep Feeling Love Preparation Stand Wave
I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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Believe Hard Hollow Indescribable Myself Pain Slow
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave

You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.

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