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 KURCThere 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 taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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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 am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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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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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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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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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 bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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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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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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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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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 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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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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