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.
LANG LEAVI love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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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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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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Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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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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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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I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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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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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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In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
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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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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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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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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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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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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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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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I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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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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Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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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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My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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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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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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There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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