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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.

Emily Kurc

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.
EMILY KURC

Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time
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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Addiction Cruel Love Myself Need Poem Writing
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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Cry Laughter Myself Night Reason Time
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
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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Call Feeling Myself Night Wolf Yourself
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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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
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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Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Current heavy Myself Shadow
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.
EMILY KURC

Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
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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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
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
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
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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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
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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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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Break Up Heart Leave Yourself
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
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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Heart Love Mom Myself Preparation Realization
I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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Bed Love Missing Myself Romance Togetherness
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
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
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.
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Burn Lonely Myself Sun Thinking Touch Try
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
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

There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.

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