Lang Leav

Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking it will always open its arms up to you?

I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things.

What I feel—I shouldn’t show you, so when you’re around I won’t.

You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

You and your camera smile, a flash of something real

There is so much history in the way he looks at her.

And though you know it’s wrongful, there is someone else you long for.

She is like
the sun to night;
a momentary gold.

Tell me when you lie in bed, do you think of something I once said.

Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way we plan. What’s the point in dwelling what could have been?

If you love me for what you see, only your eyes will be in love with me.

I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else.

I want us to talk again-about all the things we would think about, yet never thought to say out loud to anyone else.

I know you and I are the same in that way–we bruise a little more easily than most.

Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It happens over and over again.

There hasn’t been another like you since.

All you had to say was, come in.