A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
EMILY KURCWhen 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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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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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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 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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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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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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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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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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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 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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