Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
EMILY KURCThere 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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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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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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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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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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 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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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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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 bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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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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