There was a time when I loved you too much that it made me feel the darkest shades of blue. It’s been years now, but I’m seeing life in other colors again.
EMILY KURCI learned to make art with my broken heart.
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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.
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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
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I thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Even the places we used to visit in this empty town feel lyrical. My heart can’t help but sing along even now, but I’m tired.
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I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.
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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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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.
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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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