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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.

Lang Leav

I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
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Fragile Love Myself Relationship Togetherness Yourself
Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
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
Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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Life Way Working Yourself
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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End Life Myself Time Wound
Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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History Ourselves Tears
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.
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Forgetting Myself
There is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
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Love Relationship Song True Yourself
But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Flaws Love Myself
For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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Break Up Cry Goodness Man Past Yourself
And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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Hard Love Myself Secret
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
If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Flaw Heart Love Mindset Myself
Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present.
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Pain Past Present Yourself
I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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Explanation Feeling Live Need Relationship World
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
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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Beautiful Body Collision Distance Hurt Known Myself Space Time
If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Control Feeling Togetherness Yourself
The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
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Oneself Show Value
What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Melancholy Sadness Soul

Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.

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