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I learned to make art with my broken heart.

Emily Kurc

In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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Break Dreams Moments Repeat
Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Instead, I keep this love folded up, like a tiny paper plane, until my heart is ready to soar again.
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Heart Love Myself Plane
I like to think of myself as the sun, but it gets really lonely all the way out here especially when everything I try to touch burns.
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Burn Lonely Myself Sun Thinking Touch Try
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
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Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble Writing
I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
There were still embers scattered around me from the bridges I have burned. I wonder if they can feel it too. The space between us lingering like a scarlet letter, I’m learning how to love again.
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Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time

I learned to make art with my broken heart.

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