Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
LANG LEAVIt was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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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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It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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How do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
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But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Here’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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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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The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
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I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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