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.
LANG LEAVI 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.
LANG LEAVBecause sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.
LANG LEAVHands 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.
LANG LEAVWe spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
LANG LEAVIt’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.
LANG LEAVI’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.
LANG LEAVGive me something I can write about.
LANG LEAVBefore I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
LANG LEAVThere 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.
LANG LEAVHere and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
LANG LEAVI still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
LANG LEAVFor she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
LANG LEAVI don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
LANG LEAVIt was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
LANG LEAVTo love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
LANG LEAVThere is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
LANG LEAV