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 KURCI 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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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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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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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 was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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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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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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