No one describes the beauty and heartache that comes with love like Lang Leav does. With an Instagram page full of beautifully worded love poems, Lang brings something completely new to the word “love.”

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It can be easy to get bored with the same old, same old when it comes to writing about love. It’s almost like if you have read one love poem, you’ve read all of them, right? So, when a poet comes along and totally changes the face of the love poem, it makes writing and reading the subject intriguing again.

Lang Leav doesn’t just write love poems — she spins stories, letters, and memories that make us feel like we are reading small bits of her own life, and the love she has both found and lost.

She knows that you have to bare your soul when talking about love and she does it so expertly that you can’t help but relate to everything she writes about. In her writing, you learn how to love unconditionally, that it’s okay to heal after a broken heart, and that love can always be found again.

When you think about your own love life, it is probably pretty easy for you to pick out some of the highs and lows you have experienced.

Maybe you said “I love you” for the first time, or maybe you had to end a long-term relationship. Whatever happened, one thing is for sure: you were (or still are) filled with a lot of raw emotions.

Sure, writing about your experiences might be easy to do if you wanted to be straightforward, but if you wanted to add some prose and a new way of looking at love altogether, Lang Leav should be your biggest inspiration.

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Check out both her Twitter page and her Instagram to see her work, as well as her website for information on her newest book, The Universe of Us, and other books she has published.

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“If I could tell my younger self one thing, it would be this: There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.” — Lang Leav

“This is where our love is found, in a strange little rhyme; where in space the beat of our hearts resound, while our bones lie in the ground. Little fragments ground down with time, where fingers once were intertwined, and I wore your ring, and you wore mine.” — Lang Leav

“My mother once said to me; there are two kinds of men you’ll meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you’re one of the lucky few, you will find both in the one person. But if you ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose love.” — Lang Leav

“It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already run its ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins. It feels perilous to love you, like a dust scorn swallowing up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere. But it is an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving way to spring, I will hold you for as long as I can.” — Lang Leav

“I don’t know how it is 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 Leav

“Here and now – I love you, for this moment, you have my heart. But you are not entitled to my future – you have no ownership of my past.” — Lang Leav

“The life you always thought you wanted before you knew any different. The sea change didn’t see coming, the sweeping vistas and cotton candy sunsets. The meeting point between how you imagined it would be and how it has transpired. The willingness to take a chance on something that could take you somewhere new. The dream you were persuaded to give up on, or the one that you were coaxed into following. Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.” — Lang Leav

“Love doesn’t come to you in crashing waves or thunder bolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly like a warm winter sunrise – where the promise of summer shines out from within.” — Lang Leav

“I’m not asking for a grand declaration of love. I’ve stopped entertaining those thoughts long ago. You see, I have resigned myself to where I am now, hanging by a thin, tenuous thread. I can feel it twisting above me, gently fraying, slowly giving way. I’m not asking for promises or tenure – I just want a hand to reach for at the breaking point.” — Lang Leav

“Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.” — Lang Leav

“If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when I’m staring at the clock. And you wonder why I can’t take my eyes off you.” — Lang Leav

“It was all I wanted for the longest time – to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.” — Lang Leav

“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.” — Lang Leav

“And it wasn’t my choice to love you but it was mine to leave. I don’t think the moon ever meant to be a satellite, kept in loving orbit, locked in hopeless inertia, destined to repeat the same pattern over and over – to meet in eclipse with the sun – only when the numbers allowed.” — Lang Leav

“I whisper your name like a prayer – with all the hope of heaven. I trace the lines of your palm and draw a map to salvation. I hear the knock of your heart and I answer it like my calling.” — Lang Leav

“I want to plant a seed in your mind, some tiny particle of thought that bears a remnant of me. So little by little, day by day, you find yourself thinking of me, until one morning, you will wake up and realize you can’t think of anything else.” — Lang Leav

“Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.” — Lang Leav

“Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wildfire or the sharp edge of a knife. Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life. They would have said love wasn’t supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch at your skin. And they were right. Because there was love and then there was you.” — Lang Leav

“I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you have been looking for. I want to be the one you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed about love. I want to be the one who makes you feel reckless and out of control; the one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to. I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed; I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.” — Lang Leav

“It was how we began. Your mouth against mine, your fingers tracing along the back of my neck. You asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived. You said it felt that for you. Like we existed in a time before love – as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.” — Lang Leav