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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.

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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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Existence Myself Silence
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
Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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Blessing Grant Imagination Relationship Thinking Yourself
There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
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Feeling Heart Love Need Savage Willing Yourself
Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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Word Worst Yourself
Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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Deep Heart Broken Love Oneself Yourself
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.
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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Myself Name Place Writing
I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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I Miss You Myself Sleeping Thinking Wake Up
When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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Give Up Love Sacrifice Willing Yourself
In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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Hands Past Weapon Wrong Yourself
I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
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Hurricane Known Love Scare Storm Walk
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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Deep Known Live Love People
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
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Darkness Inspirational Light Motivational Myself See Yourself
I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Break Up Explanation I Love You Myself
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
Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Life Way Working Yourself
Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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Live Ourselves Strange True
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
My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Decision Enough Myself
Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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Finding Patience Voice World Yourself
I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Chase Myself Priority Sick Value
There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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Certain Power Quality Way Word

I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.

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