Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
EMILY KURCThere 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.
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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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My mother always told me that love is like a plant, but she never prepared me for the realization that too much love towards the wrong person can drown your heart until it rots.
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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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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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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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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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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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