I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
EMILY KURC
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.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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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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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 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 bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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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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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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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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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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