Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
EMILY KURC
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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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles 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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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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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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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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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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I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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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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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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