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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

Emily Kurc

Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
EMILY KURC

Blossom Healing Heart Page Word Yourself
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.
EMILY KURC

Burn Lonely Myself Sun Thinking Touch Try
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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Heart Love Myself Plane
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Fingers Love Relationship Soft Sweet
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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Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
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
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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Bed Love Missing Myself Romance Togetherness
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
EMILY KURC

Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
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
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
EMILY KURC

Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
EMILY KURC

Call Feeling Myself Night Wolf Yourself
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
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.
EMILY KURC

Addiction Cruel Love Myself Need Poem Writing

I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

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