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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.

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You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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Break Up Leave Myself Worry
I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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Carry Love Myself People Time Worth
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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Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Gate Hope Love
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
You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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Answer Love Rhyme Talk Time Yourself
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
We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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Borrow Future Motivational Past Time Yourself
Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
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Myself Night Remember Song
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
The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Brief Mindset Moments Myself Share
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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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
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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Care Hope Life Myself Story
Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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Fall Love Myself Sky Word
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
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
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Family Father Home Mom Myself
Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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Choice Destination Guide Intuition Path Yourself
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself
My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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Heart Memories Missing Safety Time
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
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Calm Love Peace Slow Sunrise Warm Winter Yourself
A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Point Reading Time Travel

Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.

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Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.

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