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.
EMILY KURCEven 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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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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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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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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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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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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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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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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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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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 learned to make art with my broken heart.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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 don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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