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?
EMILY KURCI 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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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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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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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.
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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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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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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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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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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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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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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 learned to make art with my broken heart.
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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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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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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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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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