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“Saving You

The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes—a blown out candle,
I wish to go with him.

Sometimes I see a flicker—
a light that shone from them;
I hold him to me tightly,
before he's gone again.”
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

“The Saddest Thing
There was someone I knew, a long time ago. I was so in love with him I couldn’t see straight. The saddest thing is, he felt the same way about me.

It was easy in the beginning. All we had to do was laugh at the same things and love took care of the rest. I had never felt so connected to another person.

He would always say it felt as though I was made for him. How glad he was to have met me. We were so sure of what we felt. We should have held tight, onto that certainty.

There is never one particular reason why two people are pulled apart. All these years later, I have stopped looking for answers. I know better now, that love is never a guarantee. Not when you have the rest of the world to contend with.

Sometimes you have to step back and look at these things from a philosophical standpoint. And I know loving him has taught me something about myself, it has broadened my understanding of the world. And if it has done the same for him, then it wasn’t all in vain.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.”
― Lang Leav, Memories

“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.”
― Lang Leav, The Universe of Us (Volume 4)

“I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.”
― Lang Leav, Memories

“Reasons"

I wish I knew why he left. What his reason were. Why he changed his mind.

For all these years, I have turned it over in my head—all the possibilites—yet none of them make any sense.

And then I think, perhaps it was beacause he never loved me. But that makes the least sense of all.”
― Lang Leav

“you weren't mine to begin with.”
― Iain S. Thomas

“Dear . . .
You’re the poem I couldn’t finish
The journey I should have never started
I saw tragedy in our ending
My pen bled its heart out trying to change it
But you were the fight I didn’t want to lose
The addiction I didn’t want to quit
Yet there was only one of us holding on
I wasn’t attached to the man you are
But the one you could be
I tried to build where there was no foundation
Create a fairy tale on blank pages
But some stories need not be told, let alone written
You’ll read my words and won’t be moved
Your arrogance will not soften
You won’t be changed
Your heart, if you should have one,
will not bend or break
The worst part of it all
Is this poem is about you
and you’ll never even know it”
― Samantha King

“I write because you exist.”
― Michael Faudet

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory.
An echo from another time, another place.”
― Michael Faudet

“I became so obsessed with you, that I even convinced myself that you loved me.”
― Michael Faudet, Cult of Two (Volume 5)

“The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you're in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.”
― Beau Taplin

“Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.”
― Carol Ann Duffy