When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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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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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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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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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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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 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 taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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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 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 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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