Love & Misadventure

by Lang Leav

Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel. I know that you don't owe me, and I shouldn't ask for more; I shouldn't feel so let down, all the times when you don't call. What I feel—I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't; I know I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't.

When Ignorance Is Bliss I deplore, being ignored. For— I am not a bore! But it's perplexingly sweet, and quite sexy too— to be ignored, ignored by you.

Sea of Strangers In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores. The arms that yearn to someday hold me, will ache beneath the heavy oars. Please take your time and take it slowly; as all you do will run its course. And nothing else can take what only—

was always meant as solely yours.

A Voyage To be guided nor misguided in love, nor brokenhearted. But to sail in waters— uncharted.

A Thank-You Note You have said all the things I need to hear before I knew I needed to hear them. To be unafraid of all the things I used to fear, before I knew I shouldn't fear them.

A Stranger There is a love I reminisce, like a seed I've never sown. Of lips that I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. Hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss, these things I've never known.

A Timeline You and I against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.

In Two Parts You come and go so easily, your life is as you knew— while mine is split in two. How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love's due, who was yet to know of you.

Closure Like time suspended, a wound unmended— you and I. We had no ending, no said good-bye. For all my life, I'll wonder why.

I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can't un-sing a song that's sung. And the saddest thing about my regret— I can't forgive me, and you can't forget.

Letting Him Go There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.

Love Lost

There is one who you belong to, whose love—there is no song for. And though you know it's wrongful, there is someone else you long for. Your heart was once a vessel, it was filled up to the brim; until the day he left you, now everything sings of him. Of the two who came to love you, to one, your heart you gave. He lives in stars above you— in the love who came and stayed.

Time Travelers In all our wrongs, I want to write him, in a time where I can find him. Before the tears that tore us. When our history was before us.

A Small Consolation Everything that we once were, is now a sad and lonely verse. When once I had so much to say, I am now bereft of words. Sometimes it is the order of things, that make them seem much worse. It's not as if you would have stayed,

if I hadn't left you first.

An Impossible Task To try or untry to forget you not, may be related somewhat— To tying, then trying to untie, a complicated knot.

The Keeper You were like a dream, I wish I hadn't slept through. Within it I fell deeper, than your heart would care to let you. I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.

Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

Waking without You Every song that sings of him, from every heart heard breaking. I sing along in dreams of him, I cling to— when I start waking.

A Lover's Past The turbulent turns and the tides that twist them. When what they once were, was how she had wished them. And all the joys he brought her, how she could list them. In time she will learn, not to miss them.

For years I've kept you in secret, behind a glass screen. I've watched helplessly as day after day, your new girlfriend becomes your wife and then later, the mother of your children. Then realizing the irony in thinking you were the one under glass when in fact it has been me—a pinned butterfly—static and unmoving, watching while your other life

unfolds.

Wishful Thinking You say that you are over me, my heart— it skips, it sinks. I see you now with someone new, I stare, I stare, I blink. Someday I'll be over you, I know, I know— I think.

First Love Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds— it was you I fell in love with first.

He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.

Soul Mates I 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.

Always You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

Before There Was You When I used to look above, all I saw was sky; and every song that I would sing, I sung not knowing why. All I thought and all I felt, was only just because, never was it ever you— until it was all there

was.

Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.

Souls When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another. This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn't realize the separation is temporary. . . . . . . .

Can I ask you something? Anything. Why is it every time we say good night, it feels like good-bye?

Angels It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps because this person carries an angel within them—one sent to you for some higher purpose, to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time. Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep.

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Their

purpose isn't to save ...

show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled, the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. ...