Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
EMILY KURCI don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.
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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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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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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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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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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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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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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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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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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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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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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 hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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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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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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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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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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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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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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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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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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