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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.

Emily Kurc

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
The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
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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Call Feeling Myself Night Wolf Yourself
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Current heavy Myself Shadow
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
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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Moon Poet See Worth Writing Yourself
Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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Blossom Healing Heart Page Word Yourself
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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Heart Love Mom Myself Preparation Realization
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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Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
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
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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Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness

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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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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