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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.

Emily Kurc

I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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Breathe Combination Fight Light Myself Right Stay Word
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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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
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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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
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.
EMILY KURC

Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
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
Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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Build Fade Heart Myself Secret Voice
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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Admire Deep Innocence Skin Sun Touch Yourself
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
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.
EMILY KURC

Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun
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 KURC

Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time
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
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
EMILY KURC

Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
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.
EMILY KURC

Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble Writing

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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