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.
EMILY KURCA place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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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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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 am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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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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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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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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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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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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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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He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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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 miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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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 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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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.
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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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