I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
EMILY KURCI 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.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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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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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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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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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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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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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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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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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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Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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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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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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