But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
LANG LEAVBut how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
LANG LEAVDon’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
LANG LEAVSearching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
LANG LEAVIn cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
LANG LEAVYou talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
LANG LEAVYou are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
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 LEAVAnd the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
LANG LEAVYou may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
LANG LEAVAre 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?
LANG LEAVIt 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.
LANG LEAVYou’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
LANG LEAVI don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
LANG LEAVYou were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
LANG LEAVWhen was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
LANG LEAVIf they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.
LANG LEAV